Chapter 55

Aubrey's POV The pack house meeting room felt like it was closing in around me. Every word of the discussion about pack alliances and joint defenses against witches felt like a mockery. The true enemy sat right there at our table, wearing a mask of concerned alliance, and I couldn't say a word. *He's lying!* my wolf snarled, rage and frustration building with every smooth word from Jax's lips. *He's the one working with the witches. He's the one hurting young wolves!* "Luna Aubrey?" Natalie's voice cut through my internal struggle. "What are your thoughts on the training schedule?" I forced myself to focus, to push words past the knot of fury and fear in my throat. "The afternoon slots would work best. Our young wolves have defensive training in the mornings." My voice sounded distant to my own ears, but I managed to keep it steady. Jax's presence pressed against my consciousness like a weight, a constant reminder of his power over me. Every time he spoke, every gesture he made toward