My eyes narrowed. How convenient that Amara would have such specific information. “The Golden Claws have been our rivals for generations,” I countered “We need to be careful not to seem weak to them".
“Rowan frowned. “Freya’s right. We can’t risk appearing vulnerable, especially now".
A flicker of annoyance crossed Amara’s face, quickly masked. But I caught it. It was a small victory but it meant a lot to me.
As the meeting ended, Rowan cleared his throat. “There’s one more matter to discuss. But I’d like to speak with Amara about it privately first. Marcus, wait outside. I’ll call you back in shortly".
My heart clenched. “And me?” I asked, fighting to keep my voice steady.
Rowan’s gaze slid past me, already focused on Amara. “That will be all for now, Luna. Thank you".
The dismissal stung like a physical blow. In my past life, I had fumed and stalked out of the office to lick my wounds in private. But not this time.
I stood, drawing myself to my full height. “With all due respect, Alpha,” I said. Injecting steel into my tone. “As Luna of this pack, I have the right to be present for all discussions concerning our member's welfare".