L I A M
Uncle Giovanni cleared his throat, drawing our attention. "Hailey, Liam, the council is assembled. They are waiting. They want an update on Dominic's condition and our next steps."
My mom's jaw tightened, the brief moment of vulnerability vanishing, replaced by the strong composure of a Luna. She straightened up, her gaze meeting my uncle's. "I will be there in five minutes. Stay with the children, Gio."
My uncle nodded. "Of course."
"I need to be there too," I said, my voice firm. "I'm the future Alpha. I have a right to be there. I have a responsibility."
My mom looked at me, her expression unreadable. For a moment, I thought she would argue, but then she gave a slight nod.
"Very well," she said, her tone clipped. "But you will speak only when spoken to, is that understood?
