46: THE STRIPPER WHO'D SOMEHOW BECOME LUNA

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TENNA.  I tried not to let my hands shake as council members filed into the room. My seat was positioned between Elliot and Rowan at the long table. Elliot sat to my right with his posture relaxed, though his ice-blue eyes tracked every person who entered. Rowan was on my left, close enough that our shoulders almost touched. Torhana refused to sit. He prowled around the perimeter of the room with his silver eyes missing nothing. Elder Cordelia arrived first. She wore another severe black dress and her mouth was set in a thin line as she took her seat directly across from me. Her gaze swept over me once before she dismissed me entirely, like I wasn't worth the effort of a second look. Other council members trickled in after her. Pack representatives shuffled to their seats. Securit

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