Morgana’s POV
The room was dimly lit, illuminated only by the crackling fire in the hearth. The light danced across the faces of the wolves gathered around me, casting long, deep shadows that mirrored the weight of the moment.
Arms crossed, I watched as the two wolves in front of me kept their heads bowed—a sign of respect, but also of implicit acceptance of the task I was about to assign them. Neither dared speak first, which pleased me. There was something comforting about silence. Something that gave me power.
"I believe we all understand what’s at stake here," I finally said, letting my words fill the space. My tone was calm, deliberate. There was no room for doubt. "Elise has made it clear she has no intention of accepting her new reality. And that stubbornness, that resistance, is
