Elise drew in a breath, she steadied herself; her voice was quiet but each word carried weight.
“Cavelle… everyone calls it rebellion, a city of rogues and cast‑offs. But it was never that.” She paused and then her gaze flicker to the window, as if the light itself might steady her. “This city was twisted, reshaped, and painted as rebellion by someone powerful...”
Her fingers tighten against the table, her knuckles becoming pale. “And that someone… was our parents, Kurt. The Falconers. The Celestia Pack. They has been pulling the strings since the beginning, since Cavelle was introduced as a presidential government instead of a pack. They made it look like rebellion so every pack would despise it. So Celestia could keep it under their grip.”
The words hung heavy and it trembled in the
