August As I walked into the hall, I felt the pressure of the pack's gazes. There was a heavy, uncomfortable stillness as the conversations slowed. My wolves—my family, my duty—gazed at me with a combination of skepticism and annoyance. Every time I called a meeting recently, it was the same. I could see that their trust was eroding by the way they avoided looking at me.I inhaled deeply before making my way to the head of the long table. The slight throb of the mate link in my chest served as a continual reminder of Azalea's suffering and absence. I tried to concentrate by clenching my hands, but her anguish was always my pain.I said, my voice firm despite the rage screaming within me, "We need to talk about Gray." He is becoming increasingly methodical in his motions. He is attacking our supply lines and our scouts. He will take the upper hand if we do nothing.Marcus, one of my betas, leaned forward with a frown on his face. With a harsh tone, he said, "And what about Azalea?" "Ho
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