The pack gathered in the great hall that evening. It was not unusual for Karl to summon them. Matters of territory, disputes between wolves, or council decisions often required the presence of elders and high-ranking members.

But tonight the atmosphere felt different. Whispers lingered in the corners of the hall. The wolves seated along the long wooden tables spoke quietly among themselves while servants moved between them with food and drink.

Rey entered beside Karl. The shift in attention was immediate. Some wolves lowered their gaze respectfully. Others watched her with open curiosity. A few elders exchanged thoughtful glances.

The mark on her neck was visible tonight. Karl had insisted...