Loud, irate chatter spilled out into the hallway from the Lycans’ auditorium. I bounced on my toes and held my hands to my stomach, feeling the need to puke. Alphas, mates, and warriors from all packs were here, worried about what would happen now that Ryker had both betrayed them and died by his own mate’s hands.
Trust in the Lycans was dwindling faster than I’d expected.
Roman had been right about one thing last night: uneasy energy had fallen over our forest between warring packs. If I couldn’t get across today that they could count on us to protect them, I feared war against us would follow… or maybe something much worse.
“Izzy!” Vanessa said. She placed her purple-manicured fingers on my arms from behind and leaned over my shoulder, strands of her blonde hair falling into her face.
