The council chamber of Moonspire was vast, its vaulted ceilings carved with constellations, polished wood gleaming beneath shafts of morning light that spilled through high windows. But in an adjoining room more private, meant only for the Alpha and Luna, a softer conversation unfolded.Loretta sat by the window, her hands resting on her lap, eyes lingering on the gardens below where the morning bustle had begun. She had been quiet for a long while, her lips pressed tight, her thoughts circling. Finally, she spoke, voice low, thoughtful.“She reminds me of her, Dean,” she murmured, her gaze distant. “Every time I look at that girl, I see flashes of our daughter. The softness in her face, the way she speaks with quiet grace even when her heart is heavy… it’s like a shadow of what we lost.”Alpha Dean, seated across the room at a heavy oak desk, lifted his eyes from the scrolls he had been reviewing. His dark hair caught a strand of light, and his broad shoulders seemed to bear more wei
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