The summit hall was a fortress of stone and shadowed power. Massive oak tables formed a circle under vaulted ceilings, banners of rival packs hanging like threats. Faith sat rigidly beside Ronan, her simple black gown a stark contrast to the ornate ceremonial robes of the werewolves around them. The air was thick with growls, posturing, and the metallic scent of barely leashed aggression.
This was no friendly gathering. Three rival Alphas had called the summit to challenge Steel Pack’s growing influence—especially the controversial choice of a human Luna. Faith could feel their eyes on her like claws raking across her skin.
Ronan’s hand rested possessively on her thigh under the table, fingers digging in just enough to ground her. His face was carved from ice, but she could feel the tens
