Chapter 47
Tristan’s POV
The smoke had thinned, but it clung to us like a second skin. The summit hall was quiet now—too quiet—its silence sitting heavy over the broken stone and blood-stained floor. Omegas moved quickly, trying to erase the violence from the walls, but the scent of corruption lingered long after the bodies were taken away.
Gabriella sat on a healer’s cot, head bowed, fingers twisting the blanket. Her hair was still wild from the fight, her cheeks pale, her eyes too dim. Not defeated. Just… shaken in a way she hated to show.
The other Alphas were scattered around the room like a shield around her.
Mark stood at the window, stiff and alert.
Rhael leaned against a pillar, pretending he wasn't watching Gabi’s every breath.
Leo helped an omega gather spilled herbs, h
