"Trusting an enemy is a gamble. Trusting an enemy you once swore to kill? That’s suicide."
The war council chamber was silent, the kind of silence that carried the weight of impossible choices. A single flickering torch cast jagged shadows across the stone walls, stretching long and thin across the faces of those gathered.
I stood at the head of the table, my fingers splayed across the worn wood as I fought to steady my breathing. Across from me, Asher sat, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression carved from stone.
And beside him—our enemy.
Alpha Dorian.
The same man who once led a rebellion against Verauno. The same man who, three years ago, had stood on the battlefield with his soldiers at his back, demanding my execution.
And now, here he was, sitting at our table like he
