Caitlyn’s POV

The moment I stepped foot back into the council chambers, I knew something was wrong.

The tension in the air was thick, suffocating. The scent of distrust clung to the room like a fog, wrapping itself around me, pressing down on my chest. Alphas from the surrounding packs stood in tight clusters, their expressions sharp with suspicion. Some exchanged wary glances, their murmurs barely concealed, while others openly glared at me, contempt clear in their eyes.

I had expected resistance. I had prepared for skepticism. But this?

This was outright hostility.

I kept my shoulders squared, refusing to shrink under their scrutiny. But my wolf was restless, prowling...