The heavy oak doors creaked as Sienna pushed them open, entering the Council’s grand hall. The air inside was thick, saturated with the weight of centuries-old decisions. The stone walls loomed, decorated with tapestries depicting battles, bloodlines, and the long history of the Wolf Gods. Sienna’s footsteps echoed in the vastness of the room as she walked toward the high table where the Elders sat.
Her mind raced. She had spent days fighting the growing unease within her, the tension that clung to every breath she took. The curse on Ryder had become more than just a lingering problem, it had become a warning. Something dark was circling her, pulling at the very fabric of her being. Ryder’s presence was like a storm in her chest, its winds violent and uncontrollable, and with each moment
