Asher’s POV “Is this a joke?” I scoff. Moonlight skittered off a dozen pairs of eyes as I stood in the clearing, wolves from half the clans ringed around me. The circle felt tight, like a noose. “You called me here just to humiliate me.” A laugh—sharp, bitter—escaped me. “We are the Council,” the eldest stepped forward, his voice dry as old leaves. “We must protect our kind at all costs. You are a danger to our people.” A ripple of murmurs rolled through the crowd. My jaw tightened. How had I let myself fall for this? I’d thought maybe—stupid me—that he wanted to talk about something other than petty grievances. Old hags and their speeches. “I don’t need you protecting my pack,” I said, turning away. “Protect yours—keep me out of it.” “A hybrid,” he said, loud enough that more than a few heads snapped toward me. The word landed like a stone. “A wolf with human blood is taboo. Before you ruin us all, we have no choice but to kill you.” I laughed. It was a sound that didn’t
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