Chapter 29

• The grand hall of Xander’s estate was alive with activity as pack leaders, warriors, and council members gathered for the biannual summit. It was a time for alliances to be reinforced, grievances to be aired, and plans for the future to be discussed. The air buzzed with energy, conversations blending into a steady hum as the most powerful figures in the werewolf community mingled.
• Amara stood by Xander’s side, her presence a silent but undeniable declaration of her growing influence. She had earned her place here, and though some still regarded her with skepticism, others had begun to see her as a force to be reckoned with. Asher was nearby, charming a group of warriors with his easy grin, but his watchful eyes never strayed far from Amara or Xander.
• The evening seemed poised to proceed smoothly until the grand doors swung open with a resounding crash. The hall fell silent as Joshua strode in, his aura of aggression cutting through the air like a blade. His hazel eyes burned with barely contained fury, and his movements were sharp and purposeful.