Chapter 101
- Miles’ POV
- The pressure in the air was thicker than a storm pall. Every step I took through the main hall was like walking a tightrope, teetering between composure and chaos. Whispers of discontent floated through the pack house, growing louder with every passing day.
- “Miles,” Alex called, his voice low and critical. He caught up to me, his expression mirroring the unease that churned in my gut. “We’ve got a problem.”