Chapter 154 One-hundred And Fifty-four

• Millicent
• The second morning of the Summit arrived with a knot of dread in my stomach that had nothing to do with morning sickness. Today was the formal tribunal - a supposedly routine review of Abel's leadership that certain packs had turned into an opportunity to challenge him. And everyone knew the real topic wouldn't be trade routes or border disputes.
• I sat at the makeshift desk in my suite, tablet in hand, coordinating Abel's appearance schedule when he emerged from his adjoining room already dressed in his formal king attire - dark suit, alpha presence dialed up to eleven.