Ava’s POV
Liam’s face contorted with rage when I challenged him about Freya. His blue eyes ignited, and he shot up as if I’d slapped him.
“Don’t you dare challenge me in my own council, Ava!” he roared, his words bouncing off the stone walls. “You’re finished here—you and the healers, get out!”
I turned, watching the healers shift uneasily, their robes rustling as they hurried toward the exit, heads bowed like scolded kids. But I stayed put. I rooted myself there, staring Liam down, my pulse thundering with resolve. “You asked me a question, and I deserve an answer,” I ground out, my voice cutting through the tension. “Where’s Freya, the Luna you chose instead of me?”
Liam’s head jerked up, his mouth parting for a sharp comeback, but an elder cut in, his tone like a blade. “The pac
