Elena’s POV
The commotion in the middle of the night jolted Asher and from our sleep. I scrambled for my clothes while Asher did the sa beside .
We hurried downstairs to find Miller barking orders in the living room, his expression grim and focused.
"What’s happening?" I demanded, my heart racing.
Miller turned to us, his face etched with concern. "Just got word from Damien and Elena. They tracked down Holloway and secured all the evidence they needed against him."
Asher stepped closer, tension radiating from his body. "What about the werewolf council?"
"They put up a fight. Turns out they knew exactly what Holloway was doing and chose to protect him." Miller’s jaw clenched. "It escalated into violence."
My stomach dropped. Everyone knew crossing the council ant serious trouble.
"Don’t panic. Damien and Elena made it out safely. But the werewolf council is finished. Completely disbanded." Miller’s words hung heavy in the air.
"What does that an for everyone?" I asked, trying to process the magnitude of what had happened.
Caleb strode into the room, his presence commanding imdiate attention. "It ans the Alphas will have to convene and vote on new council mbers. And they need to do it fast."
Relief flooded through . "Are they coming back now?"
"Already on their way ho. Stop worrying." Caleb’s tone softened slightly. "They have solid proof that the council was abusing their authority against their own people. No one’s going to bla mom or dad for what happened tonight."
I felt so of the tension leave my shoulders, though the shock remained. They had actually taken down the werewolf council, the governing body of their entire species.
This world continued to baffle . Growing up human ant following established laws and court systems. But werewolves seed to handle justice through direct action, with Alphas and Lunas acting as judge and jury for their packs.
Sleep beca impossible after that revelation. I made coffee and retreated to the front veranda, needing space to think.
The packhouse buzzed with activity despite the late hour. I couldn’t bear listening to more werewolf politics and strategies being discussed inside.
I understood I needed to learn about their world, but they had to rember how foreign all of this remained to .
"Look what we have here." A woman’s voice cut through my thoughts as footsteps approached the veranda.
Bianca. Of course.
"I noticed all the chaos. Thought maybe they were finally coming for you." Her tone carried a hint of malicious hope.
"Hate to disappoint you." I kept my voice level.
"I won’t lie, it is disappointing. But there’s nothing to be done about it now." She shrugged with false casualness.
My patience snapped. "What do you want, Bianca? You don’t belong here, and from what I can see, you’re not exactly high-ranking in this pack. You have no business at the packhouse during a crisis."
"I wanted to check on Asher. He’ll need soone to comfort him when you inevitably run back to those hunters." Her smile turned predatory.
"That’s never happening. The Hunters are destroyed. There’s nobody left." I stated firmly.
"There are survivors. Not many, but they’ll rebuild their numbers." Bianca’s confidence wavered slightly.
The front door opened and Asher erged, his expression darkening when he spotted Bianca.
"What do you want?" His voice carried a dangerous edge.
Bianca straightened, trying to appear nonchalant. "Just seeing if anyone needed help."
"We don’t. And if we did, you’d be our last choice. Get out of here before Miller or Caleb notice you." Asher moved protectively closer to .
"They won’t touch ." Bianca’s bravado sounded forced.
"Caleb knows you’re my ex-girlfriend. If he catches you bothering his little sister, he’ll tear you apart." Asher’s warning carried absolute certainty.
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