Chapter 55: Shadows at the Council
Veyron's POV
The pack council chambers were alive with tension, their power dynamics shifting with every hushed conversation and pointed glare. I moved unseen among them, a phantom in the shadows, my ears attuned to their schemes and alliances. They thought themselves untouchable here, surrounded by guards and tradition. Fools.
They had no idea the danger had already slipped past their defenses.
Tonight would mark the first strike in my final game—a game that had been years in the making.
And Aria was the key.
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The council had convened to address the escalating rogue attacks, an ironic twist given that I controlled most of those "random" strikes. It was easy to sow chaos among wolves who already distrusted each other. All it took was a well-plac
