LOGAN'S POV
The meeting chamber was heavy with silence, the kind that made everyone in the meeting focused. My father, Alpha Ralph, sat at the head of the long oak table, his eyes sharp as steel, though age had begun to carve lines across his face.
My mother, Luna Maureen, sat to his right, graceful as always, her hands folded neatly in her lap, though I could see the faint tremble in her fingers. The elders surrounded us, twelve men and women whose gazes never strayed far from me.
I had been trying to keep calm, to focus on the matters of the pack, but something inside me… it stirred. A heat crawled up my spine, and I started to feel pain in my forehead. At first, I thought it was just fatigue from the endless meetings.
But then my vision blurred, the walls seemed to shift and bend, and pain slammed into my skull so violently that I couldn't keep my composure anymore.
