Tiberius‘s pov.

Summoning the Grand Council was rare.

When it happened, it meant something had gone very, very wrong.

I stood at the center of the ancient stone chamber, ringed by the leaders of each supernatural hunter order. Shrouded in long cloaks, their faces shadowed by the massive hoods. The cold in the air was more than just stone—it was judgment.

An elder stepped forward. "Tiberius of the Wolf Hunters. It is under your watch that we now face this disorder. ...