“Claims and Confessions”

Elyra POV

I barely had time to collect my thoughts before Kale’s hand found mine, firm and grounding, as we stepped through the carved doors of Pack Tower. The walls, lined with ancestral banners, carried the scent of polished stone. A hush fell over the hall as we walked, every step echoing like a drumbeat against the marble floors. My heart pounded, not from fear, exactly, but from the weight of what we were about to ...