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I looked at each of them in turn. Ross obviously hadn’t been one of the three to support the summons strategy, and the way Colby shifted uncomfortably in his seat told me that he hadn’t voted for it either. That meant Grant, Dana, and Edward had been in favor of the theatrics.

The latter two I understood—they seemed to live to belittle me—but I would have thought Grant was above this sort of pettiness. Plus, he’d seemed supportive of me—or at least of Night—until now. But when I looked at him, his dark brown eyes stared back at me without a hint of regret. It reminded me of what Night had said about his council turning against the original plan to merge the packs. Was my council about to do something similar? And when had I lost Grant’s support? Had I pissed him off in some way?

“The reason we’ve called you here today,” Grant began, “is that this arrangement is no longer working for the pack.”

“Meaning?”

“We have decided to move the alpha challenge up by five days.”

I couldn’t have hi