Enzo's POVThe council chamber smelled of parchment, ink, and the faint smoke from the hearth that burned even in late summer. I sat at the head of the long, carved oak table, listening to the last of the elders argue over land borders with a neighboring pack. Their voices were grating, like stones grinding together. I kept my face composed, neutral, the way a leader must. But inside, I was weary. These meetings had stretched on for hours, filled with bickering, suspicion, and the weight of decisions that would decide not just our pack’s future, but mine.I leaned back in my chair, hands folded neatly on the table, my gaze sweeping over the gathered council. Ash sat to my right, quiet but alert, always keeping track of every word. Atlas had excused himself earlier, running patrol checks. The room was tense. Every member present carried the fear of what alliances meant and what enemies lurked in the shadows.Then I felt it—a thread of urgency snapping acros
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