Logan's POV
"The emergency summit commences with the acknowledgement of the presence of the President of the Northern Alliance of Lycan Packs, Alpha Magnar 'Frost-Eye' Renshaw," the speaker begins, voice echoing through the high, circular chamber. "The President of the Southern Alliance, Alpha Jacqueline Blackwater. The Presidents of the Eastern and Western Alliances, Alpha Martin Leif Whittaker and Alpha Levi Marrow, respectively, along with their escorts and representatives. We welcome you to New Carthage and hope this emergency summit will be fulfilling for all parties."
I sit stiffly behind my father, shoulders squared, eyes locked on the glossy wood of the table in front of us. It reflects my face in faint shapes—tight jaw, tired eyes, the edge of my ceremonial collar trembling with the movement of my breath.
