Eleanora’s POV

The war room inside the Emerald estate had never felt so crowded or so divided.

Nova sat at my right, her fingers tapping nervously against the polished obsidian table. Gannon stood at the head, arms crossed, jaw tight. The room was ringed with elders, warriors, and envoys from both the Sapphire and Emerald packs.

But what should have been a meeting of hope reeked of fear. Suspicion. Pride.

“You want us to what?” Elder Kael from the Emerald council leaned forward, his silver beard twitching. “Combine packs under one Luna? One whose bloodline was hidden? One who nearly tore our Alpha apart not weeks ago?”

I held my...