POV: Mia (Zero)
They held the vote in the Stone Hall.
The long table was polished with ritual oil, the Darkhaven crest emblazoned at its center, the walls lined with torches even though modern lighting ran beneath the floor. It wasn’t for effect.
It was tradition.
Every judgment that defined the fate of this pack happened here.
And now it was my turn.
I stood at the far end, hands behind my back, hair pulled tightly from my face. My body still carried the bruises from MIRROR. My ribs ached every time I took a deep breath, but pain was a gift. It meant I was alive.
Across from me sat twelve elders, Beta-ranked or higher. Some I knew. Others I’d only seen from afar. All of them watched me like I was both legend and liability.
At the center sat Kelly.
Not my friend.
Not anymore.
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