The Council’s Decision
The chamber was colder than any battlefield Lena had ever stepped into. The air wasn’t thick with blood or smoke, but with judgment—icy and merciless. Seven Alphas sat above, their thrones gleaming like watchful gods.
Varian of Hallowspire rose, his presence commanding silence.
“The Mark has awakened. Its bearer stands between war and ruin. The Council will not leave her fate to whispers.” His gaze swept over Dominic, then Kael. “You have demanded a trial. So it shall be.”
A murmur rippled through the chamber, wolves and guards exchanging looks. Trials were not unheard of—but this was no ordinary one. This was no duel for territory or pride. This was a contest for the Marked herself.
Dominic’s hand brushed Lena’s arm, steady and grounding. “Stay behind me,” he m
