A Shift in Power
A week after the minor confrontation at Maria’s house, I stood alone before the Breakwater Council. My brothers had agreed that I was the most articulate among us—the least likely to resort to violence. They were right, of course. It wasn’t that I was incapable of aggression. Every member of my family had experienced their fair share of conflict, and I was no exception. But diplomacy had always been my weapon of choice, a skill I had sharpened over the years through careful observation and calculated restraint. Logan and his pack had arrived ahead of me, their presence a silent but undeniable reminder that patience was running out. The Guardian pack, though steadfast allies, were here as more than just support. Their watchful gazes, the tense lines of their bodies, and the controlled wa
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