GABRIEL’S POV
The air in the Council chamber crackled with tension. The long table that once symbolized unity between the three races now felt more like a war table. Representatives from each faction were seated…but barely containing themselves.
Magnus slammed a blood-red file down. “Three of our sentries were slaughtered near the West Ridge. Torn apart. Claw marks everywhere. No vampire could’ve done that.”
Across from him, Alpha Landon bared his teeth. “You expect us to believe that? We lost five warriors two nights ago. Their throats were ripped open, fangs. You’re the only ones with those.”
“I should drain you dry,” Magnus hissed, standing.
“Sit down,” I barked, my voice booming with authority. I rarely raised it. But tonight, no one was listening to reason.
Nora, calm as ever, s
