Sera's POV
Gideon lowered his large hand to my shoulder, squeezing gently before addressing the silent hall. His voice was deep, resonant, and echoed off the stone walls with an iron edge that demanded total compliance.
"Now, if you will let my mate sit here in peace," Gideon stated, his dark gaze sweeping over Silas and Donald, "we can get back to why you are all here."
I pulled Eric’s jacket tighter around my shoulders, smoothing the heavy leather over my chest as I took my seat. Gideon remained standing beside me, leaning forward slightly against the table.
"We need to rebuild, not fight about power," Gideon continued, his Alpha authority anchoring the room. "The only pack that currently faces a true leadership crisis is the leaderless one."
He turned his head toward the delegation
