POV: Elara
The council room was crowded, the air thick with tension as wolves gathered around the central table. The usually quiet chamber buzzed with low murmurs, each voice laced with suspicion and unease. News had traveled fast—a patrol ambushed along the southern border, their route one Silas shouldn’t have known.
“We have a traitor,” Miriam said, her voice sharp and unwavering. Her gaze swept the room like a blade, daring anyone to contradict her. “Someone is feeding Silas information.”
The murmurs grew louder, and I raised a hand for silence. The room fell quiet, but the tension didn’t ease. All eyes turned to me, waiting for a decision I wasn’t ready to make.
“We don’t know that for sure,” Osric said, his voice gruff. “It could have been a coincidence.”
“A coincidence?” Miriam
