As the first rays of dawn bathed the Lycan palace in a golden hue, Dax and Aria arrived, their footsteps echoing through the grand halls. The air crackled with anticipation and unease as they made their way towards the council chamber. The council members, composed of lower-ranked Lycans, had gathered to discuss matters of the werewolf clan.
Whispers erupted like wildfire, spreading through the room like an gangrene. The council members huddled together, their eyes darting towards Aria with disapproving glances. The news of her arrival had reached their ears, and it stirred unrest within their ranks.
Aria, with her head held high walked beside Dax. She felt the weight of their judgment but refused to let it deter her. She understood that her presence challenged the established norms and threatened the delicate balance of power within the pack.
Dax, being the protector, stood resolute by her side. His gaze scanned the room, his senses attuned to the undercurrents of discontentment. He
