Ruby’s POV
The Council didn’t need to say it outright.
I was now a threat.
Manson and I had barely left the meeting hall before the weight of their unspoken challenge settled over us. The moment we stepped outside, I could feel it: watchful eyes, silent whispers, a storm brewing beneath the surface.
They weren’t going to let this go.
And I had a feeling they’d move sooner rather than later.
An Ominous Invitation
We barely had time to return to our quarters before a messenger arrived, a lean, silver-haired wolf with sharp blue eyes.
“The Council extends an invitation,” he announced, his voice eerily formal. “You are requested to attend the Trial of Dominion at dawn.”
Manson’s gaze darkened. “A trial?”
The messenger smiled, but it held no warmth. “A demonstration. A test of strengt
