Dawn had barely broken when Kane and I met at the predetermined location, following hidden pathways that led away from the main pack territory. The sacred grove lay deep within neutral territory, protected by ancient magic that would prevent any surveillance of our meeting.
"After last night's ceremony, Giana's supporters will be watching our movements closely," Kane warned as we navigated the unmarked trail. "The Alpha King's security is unmatched, but we can't afford to be followed."
The stone cabin nestled within the grove was one of the oldest meeting places in werewolf territory, its walls etched with silver runes that glowed faintly in the morning light. Two guards materialized from the treeline as we approached, their silver medallions identifying them as the Alpha King's personal
