Nadia’s POV:

We’d barely caught our breath when word reached us: the pack’s council had summoned us. The moment we stepped inside the hall, the air was thick with tension. Lanterns flickered against wooden beams still scarred from yesterday's carnage. The blood had been scrubbed from the floorboards, but the metallic tang lingered. My body ached from the rift jump and the endless onslaught, yet the twins kicked steadily, a constant reminder that we had clawed our way back from the eternal night of the Forbidden Zone. Kane’s hand remained firm on my lower back while Derek limped beside us. Despite his bandages, he grinned like a madman who simply...