The Silver Creek main hall had never held this many people.
I stood at the head of the great table, watching supernatural beings file in from territories across the Pacific Northwest. Pack leaders who'd spent decades avoiding each other now sat shoulder to shoulder. Lone wolves who'd never trusted authority lined the walls beside family groups clutching children who were too young to understand why everyone looked scared.
Four hundred and thirty-seven supernatural beings. Every werewolf, shapeshifter, and enhanced human within driving distance of Seattle. All of them looking at me like I had answers that would keep them alive through the next twenty-four hours.
The silver light around my skin had dimmed to a soft glow since my full awakening, but I could feel their awareness of what I'd become. The way conversations stopped when I moved. How even the most dominant Alphas stepped aside without thinking about it.
