C63 Alpha Bran true intentions

ALPHA BRAN'S POV

The fire crackled softly in the hearth as I leaned back in my chair, letting my fingers drum against the armrest.

The council chamber was empty save for myself and the chief, the dim light of the flames casting long shadows across the room.

This was not a discussion for prying ears. This secrets , are delicate and needed to be kept tighter than the lock on a wolf’s heart