Gideons POV
I stood at the head of the polished obsidian table, leaning forward with both hands planted flat against the surface. Around the grand hall, the air was thick with the scent of competing Alpha pheromones, tension, and centuries of territorial friction.
Representatives from the Eastern Pines and the Frostwood packs were already seated, their murmuring voices rumbling against the high stone arches as we waited for the final delegations to file in. Eric stood to my right, clutching a leather ledger of security logs, while my gaze remained fixed on the double doors at the far end of the room.
The heavy iron hinges groaned as the doors swung open.
I expected the Alpha of the Blackwood pack and his entourage to step through. Instead, my heart slammed against my ribs.
Sera.
She
