The Inner Circle
Jupiter entered the council chamber with measured confidence. The wide room, lined with carved wooden panels, had become familiar territory over the past few weeks. Tall windows framed the early morning sunlight, illuminating motes of dust dancing in the still air. A long table rested at the center, polished to a mirrored shine, where Calhoun’s closest advisors had already gathered: Seraphina with her sharp gaze, Rosalind in a poised silence, David leaning back in his chair with a casual yet alert stance, and a few senior pack members who offered Jupiter respectful nods as she took her seat. She noted the subtle tension in the room—an undercurrent of anticipation that set her pulse fluttering. But she reminded herself to remain steady. She was here not as an uncertain newcomer but as Cal
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