Elder suddenly called a pack‑wide assembly.
The council hall was packed with wolves.
By the time Avril was dragged into the council hall, she was unrecognizable.
She was dressed in tattered clothes scavenged from who knew where, her hair matted into filthy braids, her face covered in mud and dried blood.
Warriors pinned her to the ground.
Elder entered the council hall, leaning on his cane.
His gray‑white wolf fur had lost its last luster, but his eyes blazed with burning fury.
A woman followed behind him.
The woman wore a hood, her frame lean but her steps remarkably steady. When she pulled back her hood, a collective gasp swept through the hall.
She was a true witch.
Her right eye was a swirling vortex of silver, and the fingers of her left hand were covered in runes.
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