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The elders meeting

Author: Blexin stories
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-07 23:53:27

Aria stood by the window sorting through a wooden box filled with jewelry. My jewelry, apparently. Silver bracelets, soft leather bands, delicate chains with small stones… all laid out neatly on the bed beside a row of dresses I had never seen before. Simple but beautiful gowns, far different from the oversized clothes my aunt used to force on me.

I blinked, confused, watching her move with quick but careful hands. She hummed softly under her breath as she worked, lifting each necklace toward the light to see how it shone.

“What… exactly are you doing?” I asked, pulling myself up on the bed.

Aria didn’t look up. “Preparing your outfits, my lady.”

I frowned. “Outfits for what?”

She paused, the necklace in her hand dropping a little. Then she turned to me with a small, careful smile.

“You are going with the Alpha tomorrow.”

My stomach dropped. “Going with him where?”

“To the Elders’ Meeting,” she said gently. “It is an important council gathering. All high-ranking wolves must attend.”

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