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Chapter Seventy-One: Together Against the Storm

作者: Lyanna Rose
last update 公開日: 2026-06-19 20:30:08

The council room emptied slowly. Marcus and Gideon slipped into the hall with quiet nods, their boots echoing on stone until the heavy door thudded shut.

Silence settled like dust, thick and waiting.

Damien hadn't moved from the head of the table. His fingers still pressed against the map, but his eyes were on Natasha now, and the weight of his stare made her wolf stir beneath her skin.

"You should rest," he said, though his voice held no command. It was frayed at the edges, a threadbare attemp
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