Third Person POV
The murmur of conversation died down as Elira stood, the envelope in her hand commanding more attention than her voice ever could. She didn’t waste time—she broke the seal, read silently, and then passed the letter to Evelyn, who scanned it quickly beside her.
“It’s from Daphne Brawn,” Elira said evenly. “She’s requesting that the council formally delay her marriage to Alpha Carl.”
The words rippled through the room like a thrown stone.
Councilman Luthar leaned forward in his chair, face tightening. “On what grounds?”
Evelyn looked up from the letter. “She cites the active investigation into her mate bond with Gavin Thompson. She claims it would be irresponsible for the council to permit the wedding before a ruling is issued.”
“She’s right,” Ilen said immediately, fo
