The morning after Leon's defeat should have felt like the beginning of peace.Instead, it felt like the calm before another storm.A blanket of mist clung to the mountains surrounding the Silver Moon Pack, swallowing the pine trees in ghostly white. Warriors patrolled the compound in pairs, their hands never far from their weapons. The victory celebrations had faded into memory, replaced by whispers that drifted through the camp like an unwelcome wind.Beauty stood alone on the balcony outside the council hall, her fingers resting on the cold wooden railing. Below her, wolves from six different packs moved across the courtyard, preparing for the first official gathering of the newly formed Council.She should have been proud.Instead, she felt the crushing weight of responsibility settle across her shoulders."You're trying to carry everyone," a familiar voice said behind her.Beauty turned to find Alex walking toward her, two steaming mugs balanced in his hands."You'll make yourself
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