Confronting the Alpha

Maeve's POV

Shortly after I hung up the phone, a sleek black car glided smoothly to the curb, its tires whispering against the cold asphalt. It was not the cab I had been waiting for. The heavy doors swung open, revealing the imposing figures of Beta Declan and Gamma Silas. Two men I once considered trusted friends inside the Iron Fang Pack stood before me in the crisp night air.

"Luna Maeve," D