Isabella
The council room buzzed with murmurs as the last elder took his seat. The high windows let in a faint morning light, casting long shadows across the stone floor.
The walls were decorated with ancient wolf emblems, claw marks carved into wood panels, reminders of our bloodline and legacy. And here I was, in the heart of it all, exactly where I belonged.
I stood proudly beside Dominic at the head of the table, the Luna of Lycandoria. I wore silver silk that shimmered with every move I made. Every strand of hair was pinned perfectly. I wanted them to see strength, elegance, power, protection in me.
Dominic's voice broke the silence. "Thank you for coming on such short notice. My mate, Luna Isabella, has brought us troubling news from Silvermoon."
He gestured toward me, and I st
