~Zarek Draven The torches along the stone walls hissed and spat, their flames trembling against the draft that swept through the council den. Smoke curled like spirits in the dimness, and the scent of ash and iron hung thick in the air. Every time I entered this chamber, the walls reminded me why I fought for the title I now held… Alpha of Bloodfang, not by blood, not by pity, but by dominance. Across the round stone table, my council waited. Kara sat to my right, spine straight as a spear. She had the kind of stillness that hid danger beneath calm. Beside her, Ronan leaned forward, all muscle and growl, his temper always two heartbeats away from violence. And in the shadowed corner, Talon… silent as ever… observed everything without a word. I let the silence stretch until it started to make the others fidget. Only then did I speak. “So,” I said, my voice low but cutting through the still air. “Ashenhowl has been playing gods.” Kara’s gaze sharpened. “You’re referring to the Moon
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