Chapter 24

*Alpha Draxler’s POV*

Sitting at the head of a long, polished oak table in the dimly lit meeting hall of the Rose pack, I watched as the flickering candlelight danced on the ornate patterns of the table's surface. Alpha Aaron, a formidable ally with a chiseled jaw and Scottish green eyes, sat across from me. The air was thick with tension, and the gravity of our situation weighed heavily on both of us.

I cleared my throat, trying to maintain a calm facade while anxiety gnawed at my insides. "Alpha Aaron, time is running out," I began, my voice steady but laced with urgency. "It's been almost a week now since Alpha Sergio has been on the run. We don't know what he's scheming behind the scenes, and we need to act fast."

Aaron's brows furrowed, his gaze never leaving mine. He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table, his expression as serious as the situation demanded. "I share your concern, Alpha Draxler," he replied, his deep voice carrying the weight of our responsibilities. "