They carried me into the council chamber like a symbol.
Not as a warrior.
Not as a Luna.
But as a symbol.
I could feel the eyes before I even saw them. The moment the heavy doors of the Silvercrest council hall opened, the weight of attention settled over me like cold rain. Two guards supported the chair they had placed me in, their grips firm as they carefully lifted me over the stone threshold.
My body still throbbed from wounds that had barely begun to close. The healers had argued against this meeting, but Clay had insisted. He said the region needed to see me alive.
Needed to see unity.
Needed to believe Silvercrest was still strong.
So here I was.
Barely able to stand, yet placed at the centre of the most powerful wolves in the region.
The chamber itself felt enormous today
