Chapter 289 The Female Alpha

• The room was silent except for the crackle of the fire in the hearth, shadows dancing across the faces of the elders. They exchanged glances, each one wondering what Logan was about to announce. The air was thick with curiosity, as rumors had swirled for days that the Alpha had called this urgent meeting to name his successor.
• The eldest of the council, an old wolf with silver hair and wise eyes named Elder Thorne, leaned forward in his seat, his fingers drumming softly on the table. "Alpha Logan, you’ve summoned us all here," he began, his voice raspy but firm. "We are eager to hear your decision."
• Logan nodded slowly, his expression unreadable. He glanced at his wife, Crystal, who stood by his side, her hands clasped in front of her, her face a mask of calm despite the weight of the moment. In the corner, Blake and Isaac stood silently, their eyes trained on their father. Isaac’s jaw was set in determination, while Blake’s face was impassive, watching the proceedings with his usual air of detachment.