The Stormborn council chamber blazed with tension, the crackling of torches seeming to mirror the angry sparks in the air. Ronan stood near the grand table, shoulders squared, attempting to meet the accusatory glares from the allied packs without flinching.
Whispers had spread like wildfire in the past few days, tales of the heir consorting with rogues, references to old blood curses, and suggestions that Aria’s next move might break the realm’s fragile unity. Now those rumors coalesced into a single question: Would Stormborn remain a beacon of order, or succumb to the darkness trailing its heir?
An elder from Ironridge, his voice hoarse with frustration, slammed his palm on the table. “We’ve lost good wolves, brave fighters, to these abominations. And now we hear the Stormborn heir is f
