A TOUCH MEANT TO kILLThe tension in the room was thick—so heavy it felt like it pressed against my skin. No one spoke, yet the silence screamed. The councilors lingered, pretending to admire the hall, the decorations, the guests, when in truth they were hunting. Watching. Waiting for a crack, a mistake, anything they could use. It was almost laughable.If they had real accusations, they would have spoken by now. I straightened my posture, schooling my expression into calm authority, even as a strange dizziness crept up on me. The world tilted slightly, like the ground beneath my feet wasn’t as solid as it should be. My head throbbed, slow and dull at first, then sharper.Focus, I told myself. Not now.Nyx wasn’t mine to command, but my wolf stirred uneasily, confused, restless. Something was wrong—very wrong—but showing weakness in front of the council would be the worst mistake I could make.Councilor James was the first to break the silence, offering a tight smile. “Well then, You
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