Chapter thirty
The Council was called under moonlight—an emergency session Kael never imagined he’d have to summon. Not here. Not now. The highlands were carved in silence as the leaders of the last remaining packs gathered around the sacred flame. The Circle of Ashes hadn’t been lit in over a century. But war was coming. And the bond that ran through my veins had become the spark. I stood beside Kael, cloaked in black. My hood shadowed my face, but they all stared anyway. “She shouldn’t be here,” growled Alpha Rowan, the brute from Iron Vale. “She has to be,” Kael snapped. “She’s the reason this council exists.” “No,” murmured Alpha Jorah of the Southern Wastes. “She’s the reason it’s burning.” My chest tightened. Behind us, Alaric leaned against a pillar, bruised and silent, his wounds still f
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