Chapter 4

The summons came at dawn, delivered by a stone-faced pack messenger who wouldn't meet my eyes. Luna Miller requested my presence in her private study—immediately.

I found her seated behind an imposing mahogany desk, her silver hair pulled back in its usual severe bun, her cold blue eyes assessing me with the calculating precision of a predator sizing up wounded prey. The room smelled of old leather and power, heavy with the weight of pack secrets.

"Sit," she commanded, not bothering with pleasantries.

I lowered myself carefully into the chair across from her, my hands instinctively protecting my swollen belly.…