CALEB
The aftermath of Savannah's transformation was absolute silence—the kind that follows when every person in a room simultaneously realizes they've underestimated someone catastrophically.
Rachel's unconscious form lay crumpled on the floor, her followers frantically fanning her face while casting terrified glances at my mate. Savannah stood calmly in the center of the room, restored to human form, not a hair out of place. Only the faint silver shine in her eyes betrayed what had just happened.
Pride surged through me, fierce and unexpected. This woman—this extraordinary, impossible woman—was my mate. Our Luna.
"Well," Councilor Thorne broke the silence, stepping forward from where the monitors had been observing. "That was... illuminating."
I tensed immediately. The Council moni
