chapter 38
AVELORA If silence could kill, the thirteen wolves in this room would have been arranging my funeral. The word yes was still echoing off the stone walls of the High Court, a self-inflicted death warrant. Every single eye at the table snapped directly to me, their expressions shifting from satisfaction to shock. They hadn't expected the wolfless lamb to willingly walk into the slaughterhouse. Honestly, for a split second, neither had I. Beside me, the temperature in the room dropped to below freezing. Khyrix glared at me. The confidence he had just a second ago was replaced by panic he didn't even try to hide. "No," Khyrix repeated, his voice dropping an octave into a low growl that rattled the room. "Absolutely not. The answer is no." "I said yes," I countered, my voice shaking sligh
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