Logan's POV

The Alpha office door swings open to five stone faces arranged in a semicircle like a tribunal. Elder Miriam sits center, her gray hair pulled back severe enough to make her expression even harder. The other elders flank her—Elder Tony, Elder Ella, Elder Michael, and Elder Helena—all wearing identical expressions of barely contained hostility.

'This isn't a meeting. It's an ambush.'

Atlas growls in my mind, pushing against my ...