KARLA HUDSON
I sat in the council chamber with my back straight, watching the room fill with pack members and elders. Today was the day we reminded everyone what tradition meant, what strength and lineage truly looked like.
Aria had no place here. A human—no, a possible hybrid—sitting so close to Damian's power was an insult to everything we stood for. My father had made that clear in every private conversation, every pointed look. Victor Bennett's claim had given us the perfect opening, a c***k in Damian's armor we could widen until it split him in two.
I would testify today. Calmly. Clearly. And I would make sure they all saw what I saw: a weakness that could destroy us if left unchecked.
ARIA
The council chamber felt like a courtroom designed specifically to make you fe
