Chapter Ninety Eight

Third-Person Pov

In the heart of the Silver Crest pack, where ancient trees whispered secrets and the wind carried the scents of the wilderness, Kavan sat in a grand chamber adorned with symbols of his pack's rich history.

Around him, the Council of Elders, a group of wise and seasoned Lycans, had gathered. Their eyes, filled with both respect for their leader and concern for their pack, focused intently on Kavan.

The topic of discussion was a heavy one — Kazia, the newly introduced mate of their Alpha. The room was charged with tension, a palpable force that seemed to crackle in the air.

"We cannot allow her presence to endanger our pack," Elder Abelard, a silver-furred Lycan with piercing blue eyes, spoke firmly, voicing the concerns of many in the room. "The Silver Dawn pack is ruthless. Murad's wrath knows no bounds, and by keeping Kazia here, we are inviting a war upon us."

Kavan, his expression resolute, slammed his hand on the table. "I will not send her back to that hell," he