The Council members sat in a crescent formation behind the long, dark oak table, their silver medallions catching the flicker of the lanterns. Seraphina sat in the center of the room, her hands folded neatly on her lap.The examination had been meticulous with the use of cold metal instruments, bitter-tasting tonics, questions asked in the clinical tone of healers who cared more about truth than comfort. When the healer finally nodded, a younger attendant escorted her out.“Wait outside,” Councillor Hadrian said, his voice firm. “We will review the findings and call you when we are ready.”The words echoed in her mind as she stepped into the hallway.The air beyond the chamber was cooler, with stone walls lined in heavy tapestries depicting the history of the Alpha Kings—a lineage of wolves who had seized their thrones through dominance and cunning. Each face on those woven murals seemed to stare at her, judging.Seraphina kept her spine straight, her chin lifted. Her gown swished
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