Author's Point of View

Unspoken anxiety permeated the council chambers of the Steele Pack. Like smoke, the smell of boiling resentment, mistrust, and barely controlled aggression permeated every nook and cranny of the space. This was something more profound than a simple disagreement or political quarrel.

The pack's Alpha, Marcus Steele, had a son and none had been aware. The pack elders sat at the large mahogany table in differing degrees of discomfort, some speaking to one another, some studying Marcus closely. The hierarchy had been rocked by the discovery of Aiden's existence, upending the command structure in unexpected ways.

The first to break the stillness was Elder Johan, a...