Brielle's POV
The council chamber hadn’t changed since the last time I stood here,but I had.
Stone columns. A long crescent table. Seven seats. One for each Alpha house on record.
The center of the room was meant to represent “neutral ground.” But nothing in this room had ever felt neutral.
The Alphas were already seated when I entered. Jake walked beside me—calm, collected, solid. But his hand brushed mine once, quick and reassuring, before he stepped ahead.
Simon and Jade followed, keeping to the back row.
We weren’t here to bluff.
We were here to present truth.
Cold. Verifiable. Dangerous.
A steward announced our presence like the entire room hadn’t already gone silent the moment we crossed the threshold.
“Alpha Jake Stormrider of Silvermoon. Luna Brielle Lockwood of Silvermoo
