Chapter 62:Betrayed

(Roman's POV) I sat at the head of the long, dark table in the Shadow Organization's private meeting room. The dim lighting barely illuminated the expressions of the people seated before me, but it didn’t matter. This wasn’t a place for warmth or friendliness. This room served one purpose — control. Aiden Walsh sat across from me, looking less cheerful than normal. His usual playful air was absent, replaced by a sharp seriousness that fit the weight of the conversation. "The Winter Pack is getting desperate," Aiden began. His voice was measured, but the tension was clear. "Sarah Winter has been contacting everyone she can think of. She’s offered access to sacred resources, rare herbs, and even ancestral documents." I arched a brow, tapping my fingers on the table. "How desperate are we talking, Aiden? Desperation comes in many forms." Aiden hesitated for just a second, then placed a folder onto the table and slid it toward me. "Desperate enough to promise things even they can’t re