The Council Chamber
The oak doors groaned as they opened, spilling golden torchlight into the corridor. My boots echoed against the stone as I entered the chamber, every step heavy with the weight of centuries.
Inside, the council had gathered—the elders in their long dark cloaks, Darius at the head of the table, his sharp eyes watching everything. And beside him sat Lyra.
She was radiant, in a calculated way. Her silver gown shimmered like water under moonlight, her dark hair coiled into an intricate braid. Every movement of hers was deliberate, practiced.
I inclined my head in acknowledgment, though my wolf bristled inside me, restless, unwilling.
“Alpha Kael,” Darius said smoothly, his voice carrying the authority of both diplomacy and threat. “We are honored you’ve joined us. Ton
