Harley’s P.O.V.

Mr. Jackson’s stern voice cracked like a whip.

“You have committed a crime, Alpha Carlos. This is against our werewolf traditions.”

Murmurs rippled through the silver seats. Every gaze was sharp, judgmental, and heavy with disapproval. My brows frowned as I stood stiff in the corner, my nails biting in my palms. I wondered,

“What could possibly be in that report to make them react like this?”

My gaze fell on Carlos, who didn’t do as much as blink. His posture was perfect-shoulders squared, eyes level.

“It’s my right to know the truth.”

He said evenly. “And this was the only method to protect my interests and future....