I found Dante in a council meeting.

I shouldn’t have interrupted. Should have waited until it was over. But the urgency of what I needed to tell him overrode protocol.

I knocked once and entered without waiting for permission.

Six council members turned to stare. Dante’s expression shifted from surprise to concern when he saw my face.

“Kira. What’s wrong?”

“I need to speak with you. Now. It’s important.”

One of the councilmen—an older wolf named Garrett—frowned. ...