Leo's POV
The council chamber reeks of old tobacco and decay, the stench of wolves past their prime. Shadows dance across stone walls in the flickering light, and I can feel Huxley prowling restlessly in my mind. His rage isn't about the rogue attack that shattered our peace hours ago.
No, his fury burns because Helena vanished without a trace.
I run my tongue across my teeth, still tasting the metallic tang of rogue blood from my earlier kill. The copper flavor feeds my anger. Attacks like this don't happen on Shadowcrest land. Not to wolves under my protection.
Deep in my gut, I know Helena's disappearance connects to the assault. Those rogues came hunting for her specifically, and that knowledge sets my blood on fire.
