Aidan POV
We really don’t need to argue over this, Lord Dante. As we all know, this is a hearing, and we all know what a hearing is all about. It’s a hearing—not an argument!”
Avery’s voice rang through the council chamber with sharp clarity, cutting through the murmurs of the gathered elders like a blade. She didn’t raise her voice, didn’t need to. The sheer authority in her tone commanded attention. With deliberate poise, she took slow, measured steps around the room, her fingers trailing lightly over the carved wooden backs of the high council chairs. Her confidence was tangible, thick in the air, and I could practically taste the unease rippling through the pack elders. A few of them tensed under her scrutiny, shifting uncomfortably in their seats, their eyes darting between one ano
