Kael's POV.
I stormed through the pack house, my boots thumping against the polished wooden floor. The air was thick with the scent of roasted meat and pine from the lunar festival downstairs, but it did nothing to calm the fire burning in my chest.
My hands clenched into fists, my knuckles white. I'd just caught Celeste and Alpha Nicholas in the garden, whispering and kissing a knife to my pack.
My pack, my Shadow Claw Pack, was in danger, and I couldn't shake the image of their sneaky faces from my mind. I needed to see Aria, my Luna, to feel something solid, something real. And I knew she had almost been caught.
As I turned a corner toward her room, Beta Brian jogged up to me, his face flushed and sweaty. His brown hair stuck to his forehead, and his eyes darted nervously. "Alpha Kael," he said, his voice shaky, "the other Alphas are waiting for you in the council hall. They're getting impatient."
