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CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOUR

Author: Noir Aurelle
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-08 22:33:19

Kael’s POV

The council chamber loomed ahead, its stone doors carved with symbols of wolves, crowns, and fire. I had stood before this council countless times, had commanded their attention and bent their doubts to my will. But tonight, I walked in with the weight of something heavier—Elara.

Her name was on their tongues, though they didn’t dare speak it loudly yet. I could feel it, the unease running like a current beneath the air.

The doors creaked open as Jack pushed them aside, stepping in first. I followed, my strides deliberate, powerful, as if daring anyone in the room to challenge me.

The chamber was lit by towering braziers, firelight dancing over the faces of the council members seated in their semicircle. Ten of them, cloaked in dark garments, their expressions ranging from wary to calculating.

“Alpha Kael.” Elder Marek, the council’s newly appointed head after Take had been suspended, rose from his seat, his voice heavy with authority. His hair was white as snow, but his ey
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