To my right sat Kade, his right hand resting on the hilt of his tactical sidearm beneath the table. To my left sat General Croft, her military bearing rigid. Across from me were the human delegates: Lin, Dr. Evans, and a dozen representatives from the Baseline Coalition.
And at the far end of the table sat the wolf elders: Alpha Chen, Alpha Morrison, and Silas, whose arm was heavily bandaged, his amber eyes flashing with feral, unyielding skepticism.
The tension in the room was a physical weight. It smelled of ozone and expensive cologne.
"Luna Isla," Lin began, his voice tight, stripped of its usual diplomatic polish. "The UN Security Council has reviewed the events in Geneva. We acknowledge that the Blackthorn Pack acted in self-defense. However, the biological alterations to the Adap
