Chapter 11 Six Bloodlines…Six Wolves

• The large council tent was dimly lit, heavy with thick incense smoke and the scent of damp earth. What was meant to be a sacred place for prayer and union now pulsed with unease.
• Around the firepit sat the island elders, robed and weathered, their faces set with quiet knowing.
• Curtis stood tall at the head of the gathering, flanked by Macon and Stone. Vera, Gary, and the rest of the leadership from all packs had taken their places.