Kieran's POV
Three werewolves stood as I entered, each wearing the mark of their pack: Elena Frost from the Northern Moon Pack, Marcus Reed from the River Valley Pack, and Thorne Black from the Eastern Timber Pack. All strong Alphas in their own right.
"Welcome," I said, taking my seat at the head of the table. "I assume last night's magical disturbance brought you here."
Elena, a white-haired Alpha with ice-blue eyes, spoke first. "The Midnight Syndicate attacks the strongest pack in the region, and you 'assume' we'd notice?" Her smile held no love. "The magical explosion was felt fifty miles away."
"We're here because we need to know if this was an isolated attack," Marcus added, his massive body making the chair beneath him look tiny. "Or the beginning of something bigger."
I weighed my words carefully. "The Syndicate came for a specific target, but their methods suggest larger plans."
