RETT POV
Forty-eight hours had passed since we met the Council.
Pauline had agreed. Her father too. And after a long, tense discussion with Amber and her mates, we’d all decided to proceed—but on our terms.
Mr. Ryers had been right from the beginning: we couldn’t trust the Council to protect us. Not really. They were too busy weighing alliances, playing neutral, covering their asses.
We didn’t have time for that s**t.
The Hunters were coming. And we wanted them to.
The Council hadn’t been happy about our plan, of course. They’d pushed back, argued about diplomacy and image and protocols. But they weren’t stupid. Not entirely. Getting on the bad side of the Winter Pack isn’t something you do casually.
Amber may look like a sweet, quiet bookworm, but she’s a force of nature when she n
