NEVAEHThe Council chamber is colder than I expected—not just from the stone walls, but from the stares boring into my skin like frostbite. I'm standing alone in the center of the half-moon table where the Elders sit like judges at a trial. My hands clench at my sides, my fingernails digging into my palms. They told me this would be a formal introduction. Instead, it’s a firing squad.“Is it true you were born to rogues?” the elder with the name Slyverick boldly written on his desk asks in an icy tone.I can tell he hates me already from his look of disgust and constant glares.“Yes” I answer, my voice steady despite the burn in my throat.“And you claim to have no wolf?”A murmur ripples through the Council before I can even speak. Elder Slyverick leans forward, grey eyes sharp. “Is it true? Are you wolfless?!”My mouth opens, but the truth chokes me. I don’t know what I am. Not really. I glance at Kane, seated behind the Elders. He’s relaxed—no, entertained. His lips curve into a sl
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