(Unknown POV)
The storm came not with lightning, but with whispers.
They arrived with the dawn, cloaked in silver and stone: the Hollow Stone Council, riding on horses made of mist, their presence like a curse that seeped into the bones of every wolf in the Forsaken camp.
Maria stood waiting in the clearing, Jacob and Lucas flanking her. The fires from the night of rebellion had barely cooled, and yet now, another fire threatened to consume her—this one colder, more insidious. She could feel rage in their eyes but there was something else too, something sinister but hidden.
The First Luna had warned her.
And now, the Council had come to collect.
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They dismounted in eerie silence, the seven figures draped in ceremonial cloaks of ash-grey and obsidian, thei
