DamianThe office was too quiet—so quiet, I could hear the wind outside pushing through the cracks in the old windowpanes. Each gust made the glass groan faintly, a fragile, aching sound that only amplified the tension pressing in from every wall. Inside, the silence wasn’t peace. It was coiled, sharp, ready to snap. It was the kind of silence that came before something broke.The Elders sat rigidly in their carved wooden seats, lined in a semi-circle like a tribunal of ghosts, each face worn by years and hardened by expectation. Not even Alpha Roth seemed relaxed; his fingers tapped once, then stilled against the armrest of his high-backed chair. Their gazes, all fixed on me, burned with scrutiny—some skeptical, others outright disapproving—but not one of them indifferent. That alone was new.Usually, I’d be standing here, spine straight, arms behind my back, nodding through every command they laid before me. I had made a reputation of obedience—silent, unquestioning, absolute. I was
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