Chapter 277: Emergency Council

XENOIS

The pack house's main conference room felt smaller than usual with nearly thirty werewolves crammed inside, their combined anxiety making the air thick and difficult to breathe. I stood at the head of the long table, Lumina beside me, trying to project an alpha's confidence while my wolf paced restlessly beneath my skin.

Marcus, my beta, sat to my right, his expression grave. Margo had positioned herself near the door, her usual diplomatic smile replaced with tactical alertness. The rest of the council filled the remaining seats—pack elders, military leaders, our head of security, and several representatives from different pack sectors.

"Thank you all for...