Chapter 12

• As one of the Alphas cracked a joke, the group erupted into laughter, the tension from earlier easing away as everyone relaxed. Amara allowed herself a small smile, though her mind remained busy. She wasn’t entirely comfortable in this world of high-ranking werewolves, but for once, she felt confident—like she belonged here. The conversations, the jokes, the subtle glances—it was all manageable.
• But the laughter abruptly died when a cold, commanding voice cut through the air.
• “What’s so funny?”