Chapter 65

Draven’s POV

I inhaled sharply, pressing my fingers to my forehead. The vast Council Court lay in hush as every leader and delegate leaned forward to catch Sariya’s every word. Ranking officers and members from each supernatural faction—were all summoned by the heads of the Council to attend this abrupt meeting. I guessed the unexpected invitation had shocked everyone; calling every supernatural kind to convene at once was unprecedented.

I sighed in frustration, anger coiling in my chest. This assembly had dragged on for hours, and now twilight settled over the hall’s towering stained-glass windows. Though I strained to follow Sariya’s grave report, my mind kept drifting elsewhere. I longed to be back in my pack lands, beside my mate, Maeve—just as restless Ryker did beside me in spirit.

That sickening dread I woke with this morning had only grown more insistent. Ryker prowled my thoughts, pacing restlessly in the shadows of my mind. A deep, gnawing fear clu