Ella's POV
The War Room was empty except for its three occupants: Remo at the head table, Maddox leaning against the far wall in shadow, and Christian lounging on a crate with a dagger casually twirling between his fingers. Outside, the wind carried the distant howl of wolves, and moonlight pooled through high windows, slashing the floor with silver light. I lingered at the door, watching them—not just as their Luna, but as a witness to their rare moments of vulnerability.
Christian spotted me first. He flicked the dagger up with a lazy grin.
"Want anything?" he asked, voice softening a fraction—an invitation, even.
I shook my head and stepped inside. The wooden floor creaked beneath my boots, and at my signal, Remo nodded toward an empty chair beside him. I settled into it.
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