The council chamber smelled of stone and smoke.
The fire pit in the center burned low, its flames licking the air like restless tongues. Around it sat the elders of Crescent Moon, draped in dark robes, their silver hair gleaming in the dim light. Their eyes, sharp and unforgiving, followed me as I stepped inside with Elias at my side.
Behind me, I could feel Damon’s presence—like a storm walking on two legs. And though I didn’t dare look back, I knew the twins were close too, guarded by trusted warriors outside the chamber.
This wasn’t just about me anymore.
It was about them.
The chamber filled quickly with wolves eager to watch, to whisper, to see the fall—or rise—of an Omega who had once been invisible. The tension in the air was thick enough to choke on.
Elder Mirella struck her
