Aria's POV
The Werewolf Council sent for Damon and me. The interrogation chamber sat deep in the Council's eastern wing, all cold marble and iron-bound doors that swallowed sound the moment they sealed.
A long oak table stretched across the room, with five investigators occupying one side while Damon and I sat opposite them.
The lead investigator, an elderly woman with piercing silver eyes, opened a thick file. "I'm Elder Cassandra." She introduced the others before her gaze landed squarely on me. "Miss Aria Grayson."
I met her eyes. "Yes."
"We'll begin with your family's claim over the Grayson land." My pulse slowed. Here we go. "When did your family first take ownership of the Grayson territory?"
"My great-grandfather inherited it from his father."
"What proof exists?"
"Official
