Anne had tried to distract herself, to throw herself into her work and her family, but the weight of the truth loomed over her like a storm cloud. She couldn't shake the feeling that the deeper she delved into the past, the more danger she invited into her life. She missed Damien, despite talking to him every day. She missed him.
Then one afternoon, her omega, Clara, rushed in, her face flushed with urgency. "Madam Luna ! You need to come quickly. There's a meeting with the council members at the Alpha's office!"
"What's going on?" she asked, her voice steady despite the tumult of emotions brewing inside her.
Clara shook her head, her eyes wide. "I don't know. But it's serious. The pack is on edge. They say the council has come to discuss something important."
Anne felt the familiar anxiety grip her throat as she nodded. "I'll go. Thank you, Clara."
As she made her way through the packhouse, the air crackled with tension.
