Talia never liked meetings, especially those where politics and testosterone mixed to the point of making the air too heavy to breathe. The corridors of the pack's main house were bustling with activity, wolves coming and going with reports, orders, and quick conversations about security and strategy, but none of that really mattered to her. From the moment Mila had entered Luara's office that morning, with that tense smile that always preceded bad news, the name that came out of her ...