The council chamber smelled of cedarwood and parchment, a heavy silence hanging in the air as pack leaders debated new treaties. Freya sat poised beside her mates, her spine straight, her eyes sharp, every inch the Luna she had worked so hard to become. Yet no matter how strong her front, she could feel Lilith’s presence gnawing at her peace like a splinter lodged under skin.The woman was radiant today, dressed in soft ivory that made her look delicate and untouchable. Elyra sat on her lap, her little curls bouncing as she played with the jeweled chain around Lilith’s neck. Every so often, Lilith would glance at Freya, her expression unreadable, then turn to the council with a smile sweet enough to rot teeth.When Freya spoke, firm and clear about tightening rogue patrols, a scoff broke the room’s stillness. One of the visiting alphas, Nolan of the Shadowfang Pack, leaned back in his chair with lazy arrogance.“I see wisdom in her words,” Nolan finally said, his voice rich and smooth
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