Chapter 47: Fractured Alliances
The great hall of Shadowveil Keep buzzed with restrained hostility the next morning. Sunlight slanted through high windows, illuminating the long oak table where representatives from the allied packs had gathered. Liora sat at the head beside Riven, her posture regal despite the lingering exhaustion from the previous night’s revelations. She wore a deep indigo tunic embroidered with silver lunar crescents, her hair braided with threads of starlight-infused crystal that amplified her presence.
The pregnancy secret still hummed warmly inside her—a private miracle she and Riven had agreed to guard for now. Yet she could already feel the subtle changes: a heightened awareness of every heartbeat in the room, every flicker of deceit or fear.
Elder Vorin of the
