Olivia's POV
The meeting room hummed with quiet energy, the kind that settled deep into your bones and demanded your attention.
Thorne Ridge and Stone Haven’s elders gathered in a semicircle, their expressions ranging from neutral curiosity to guarded skepticism. Despite their differences, they shared one thing in common: a fierce dedication to their Packs.
I stood at the head of the room, steadying my breathing as their gazes landed on me. The weight of leadership was something I was starting to accept over time but standing before this group – each a repository of wisdom and experience – I couldn’t help but feel a flicker of doubt.
“Thank you all for meeting today,” I began, my voice steady despite the swirl of nerves beneath the surface. “I wanted to bring us together as we work to
