POV: Ashina
The emergency pack meeting was called for noon, giving Kendrick barely six hours to figure out how to tell three hundred wolves that they were potentially facing a war orchestrated by a dark witch and her secret son.
Ashina sat in his study, watching the dawn break over Moonlit territory through the massive windows. She'd barely slept, her mind racing with Morgana's words, the implications of a half-brother Kendrick had never known about, and the growing certainty that she was somehow central to all of this.
The priestess's blood.
That's what Morgana had called her. Not "the false Luna" or "the Alpha's mate." The priestess's blood.
"You're thinking too loud," Kendrick murmured from his position at the desk, where he'd been drafting his speech to the pack. "I can feel it through the bond."
"Sorry." Ashina turned from the window. "I can't stop replaying what Morgana said. Why would she call me that? I'm not a priestess. I'm just..."
