Lilith stood outside Alpha Garrett’s office at seven fifty-five AM and tried to stop her hands from shaking.
It didn’t work.
She’d barely slept. Had woken up at five, gone through the motions of washing her face in the communal bathroom, changed into the only clean clothes she had left....a simple grey shirt and black pants that had seen better days. Her hair was pulled back in a braid. Her raw hands were wrapped in strips of cloth she’d torn from an old shirt because she couldn’t afford bandages.
She looked exactly like what she was.
Omega. Broke. Desperate.
The door to Garrett’s office was solid oak with the pack crest carved into it....a wolf’s head surrounded by pine trees, the symbol of Shadowmere. She’d been through this door a hundred times growing up. Her father had worked closely with the Alpha. She’d spent countless afternoons sitting in the waiting area doing homework while her father finished meetings.
That felt like a lifetime ago.
Now she stood here as a summoned omega, not a welcomed daughter.
The clock on the wall ticked to eight AM.
She knocked.
"Enter," came Garrett’s voice from inside.
She pushed the door open.
The office looked exactly the same. Large mahogany desk dominating the space, bookshelves lining the walls, the massive window behind the desk overlooking pack territory. Garrett sat behind that desk now, his expression unreadable, his posture rigid.
He wasn’t alone.
Two other men sat in the chairs facing his desk....pack council members, she recognized. Elder Thomas and Beta Carson, the man who’d taken over her father’s position and moved into their house.
All three of them looked at her when she entered.
None of them looked happy.
"Close the door," Garrett said.
She did.
"Sit."
There was one chair left, positioned slightly apart from the council members. She sat in it and folded her hands in her lap to hide how badly they were shaking.
Garrett studied her for a long moment. His eyes moved over her....taking in the weight she’d lost, the exhaustion in her face, the wrapped hands she couldn’t quite conceal.
Something flickered across his expression. Too fast to identify.
"Do you know why you’re here," he said finally.
"No, Alpha."
He leaned back in his chair. "The Blackwood pack has sent word."
Her blood turned to ice.
Garrett watched her reaction with those sharp Alpha eyes that missed nothing. "I can see you understand the significance of that."
She said nothing. Didn’t trust her voice.

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