Pack Justice

Viral footage of my partial shift played across the screens in an endless loop. My wolf form, caught mid-transformation, launching through the air to save that child. The council chamber's ancient stone walls seemed to close in as I watched my secret—our secret—broadcast to the world.

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, shocking evidence has emerged of what appears to be a real-life werewolf transformation..." The reporter's voice echoed through the chamber, making my skin crawl.

A low growl rumbled in my chest. My wolf bristled, wanting to tear apart the screens, to destroy the evidence of our exposure. Amelia's triumphant smirk from across the chamber only fueled my rage.

She stood there in her pristine Chanel suit, platinum hair gleaming under the harsh lights, looking every bit the corporate queen she pretended to be. But I knew better now. The ice in her blue eyes matched the calculated nature of her betrayal.

"The genetic samples have already been distributed to major research facil