WILLOW'S POV.
Evening fell slowly over Obsidian Crescent.
I walked into the meeting hall with my team at my back. A long, large table stretched before us, shining like glass. On the opposite side sat the Obsidian Crescent council—serious faces, straight postures, not one out of line.
Atlas sat at the head of the table, his expression unreadable. The female from earlier today sat to his right. Her smile was soft and sharp all at once. Behind Atlas stood his Beta, Ethan.
We took our seats across from them. I folded my hands on the table, keeping my posture straight. Every move mattered here. One misstep, one hint of weakness, and it would echo through both our packs.
Atlas’s voice was the first to break the silence. “Welcome, Delta Willow. I trust your accommodations are sufficient?”
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