Chapter 35
Gabriella’s POV
The great hall of the Summit felt colder once the formal session began.
Rows of Alphas and Lunas filled the circular chamber, their voices dropping to murmurs as the Council Elder rose to speak. His robes swept across the marble floor, the silver sigil of unity gleaming against the black fabric.
Beside me, the four Alphas of Shadowdark stood in perfect formation. Mark radiated authority, Tristan watched like a hawk, Rhael’s restless energy buzzed beneath his stillness, and Leo’s presence, calm but sharp, kept me centered.
I tried to focus on the Elder’s words, but my heart was pounding too loudly. My mother’s perfume still lingered faintly in the air.
“…and as we all know,” the Elder was saying, “balance among the packs is delicate. The recent surge of luna
