The silence in my room was oppressive, but it didn’t calm me. On the contrary, it seemed to amplify every thought, every word Morgana had said in front of the council.
"Perhaps we should consider whether certain members, who can no longer play an active role, still have a place here."
The words kept bouncing around in my head, sharp as a blade. I tried to push them away, but it was impossible. I could see her face, that sweet, calculated smile that masked a venom everyone else seemed blind to.
And then, the looks… Eyes filled with pity. Doubt. Judgment.
None of them saw me for who I was—or who I had been.
Commander. Warrior. Part of this damned pack.
I clenched my teeth, feeling the heat begin to burn in my chest. It was like a small fire growing with every heartbeat, with every memo
