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Chapter 8: The Summit of Shadows

Author: Natsume1988
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The morning sky over the Whitefang borderlands was smeared with gray—ashen clouds curling across the peaks like warning smoke. Cold wind howled through narrow canyons, carrying whispers of things that lurked beyond sight. War drums were silent, but their echo pulsed beneath the earth.

Elira adjusted the fur-lined cloak around her shoulders, her breath misting in the air as she stood at the edge of the ridge with Lucien. Below them sprawled the neutral territory where the upcoming summit would take place—a sacred place once used to forge peace treaties during the Shifter Wars. A long stretch of pine forests opened into a frost-glazed valley where a grand tent city had already formed. Pennants from the eastern clans, mountain packs, and coastal wolf kingdoms flapped in the wind.

This was no ordinary council.

This was where allies were tested. Where kings and queens were made—or unmade.

“You don’t have to attend,” Lucien said quietly, his silver gaze focused on the valley below. “You’ve
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