The heavy oak door clicked shut, the sound echoing like a gavel in the silence of the office. Korven stood by the entrance, his intuition already screaming. He had seen Damien in every state furious, grieving, triumphant but he had never seen him look this focused.“Sit,” Damien commanded, not looking up from the holographic map flickering on his desk.“Yes sir,” Korven replied, his voice level. “What’s happened?”Damien finally looked up. “What is said in this room does not leave it. Not to the Council, not to the pack, and for now not to Liora. Do I have your word?”Korven stiffened, but he nodded. “Always.”“Veyra confessed,” Damien began, the words dropping like stones. He detailed her admission: the years of jealousy, the secret pacts with the Witch Queen and the Rogue King, and the blood on her hands.Korven’s hand moved instinctively toward the dagger at his belt. “And she’s still breathing? Alpha Damien, she’s a viper. If she’s admitted to treason, the only protocol is executi
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