Chapter 34
"Even a queen must learn to fight with subtlety before her claws are unleashed." The grand hall of Silvermoon had transformed into a battlefield of whispers and glances. Noble wolves, draped in the richest silks and decorated with sigils of power, lined the polished floors. They murmured behind jeweled fans and crossed arms, their eyes calculating every move, every word, every gesture of the Moonborn Queen. Isolde stepped forward with measured grace, her silver hair cascading like liquid moonlight over her shoulders. The Moonborn wolf inside her stirred with awareness, sensing every subtle threat lurking in the polished shadows. Her eyes, bright as the first sliver of dawn, scanned the room, noting every glance, every slight tilt of a head, every hidden tension. Ariel stood firmly by he
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