Chapter Eighty seven

The air in the meeting room was thick with the scent of tension. The Moon Shadow Pack cabinet members, usually bustling with confident chatter, sat stiffly, their usual expressions of power replaced by uneasy apprehension. Their eyes, drawn to the head of the table, darted back and forth as if they couldn't believe the sight before them.

Zoe Madison sat on the Alpha's chair, a stark silhouette against the mahogany wood, her hair which was usually pulled back in a neat braid, cascading down her shoulders and framing her face like a silver halo. A single tear glistened on her cheek.

The chair, a symbol of power that had belonged to her husband, Alpha Landon, felt alien beneath her. Yet, there she was, a woman draped in grief, her eyes shimmering with a fiery resolve. "I've called this meeting." her voice, though strained, resonated with a newfound power, "for matters that are urgent and grave." She said.

A wave of whispers rippled through the room, punctuated by nervous coughs. The cabi