The council chamber emptied in ripples of stiff backs and darting glances, the tension still buzzing like static in the air. Celeste stayed rooted in place, fingers flexing at her sides, until only their closest allies remained, Lisa, Logan, and Councilor Mira.
Hunter leaned close, voice low. "This was never just about rogues."
Celeste nodded, her jaw tight. "It’s about us. About power."
Mira stepped forward, her pale face drawn but determined. "They’re using the rogue attacks as cover. Stirring fear, fracturing trust. If the packs doubt your strength, they’ll turn to the Council."
Lisa made a sound halfway between a growl and a curse. "Classic political sleight of hand."
Logan crossed his arms, muscles bunching under his shirt. "And they didn’t even bother hiding it today."
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