Chapter 49 Forty Nine

• RYAN’S POV
• The air in the room was sharp, thick with tension. Everyone was talking at once. Every Elder, every Gamma, every unit commander had something to say and none of it was good. The long table felt smaller than usual, every corner pressed in by the weight of bad news and rising anger. I sat at the head.
• “They’re probing our borders, Alpha,” Gamma Liron said, voice tight, his claws slightly out, tapping the table with a slow tick.