Aria’s POV The council chamber felt smaller than usual. Or perhaps it was simply that I was growing tired of pretending. The meeting the next morning was brief—painfully so. Trivial matters filled the agenda: reinforced border patrols along the southern ridge, supply redistribution after the last storm, disputes between two minor packs over hunting territory. No I sat at the head of the table beside Ronan, posture straight, expression composed. Unbothered. Untouchable. When Selene’s name was finally spoken, the shift in the room was immediate. “She’s slipped through three territories already,” one of the alphas reported. “The bounty on her hasn’t slowed her. If anything, it’s made her more bold to drawing attention to herself.” “Attention she thrives on,” Lucien muttered. I leaned forward slightly, folding my hands atop the polished wood. “Remind me,” I said smoothly, “how someone with such limited power continues to wreak so much havoc?” The question was calculated. Meas
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