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Khalid POV

I stood in the midst of a heated argument with the elders, the tension thick in the air. We clashed over the matter concerning Meghan, her actions causing a ripple of discontent within the pack.

I fought passionately for her, believing in her worth and the strength of our connection. But the elders remained steadfast in their judgment, their voices rising with each passing moment.

Just as the argument reached its crescendo, the door to the room swung open with a force that startled us all.

A maid, breathless and wide-eyed, rushed into the midst of our dispute.

The elders were quick to scold her, their anger seeping through their voices. But something within me told me to halt their reproach.

“Wait,” I interjected, my voice firm yet measured. “What is it that you need to tell me?”

The maid hesitated, her eyes darting between me and the elders.

Her urgency was evident, and I sensed there was something important she needed to convey.

“It’s Meghan,” she finally spoke, her v