The sun was a pale circle in the sky when the group reached the edge of the forest. The sight of the towering gates of the werewolf council's domain filled Juliana with a mix of relief and trepidation. Hak walked ahead, his shoulders squared, exuding the confidence of a prince reclaiming his birthright.
"Stay close to me," he murmured, his voice low enough that only Juliana could hear.
She nodded, clutching the book tighter. Though Hak's presence was reassuring, the weight of the prophecy she had read felt heavier with each passing moment.
The Council Chamber
The council's hall was as grand as it was imposing. Tall stone columns lined the vast room, their surfaces etched with ancient runes glowing faintly. At the center of the chamber stood a circular platform surrounded by elevated se
