The council meeting begins tense. Eight alphas, their betas, and our core team pack into the war room. The Crimson Moon banner lies spread across the table like an accusation. Its bloody words stare back at us: We didn’t take your son. But we know who did.“This is a trick,” Roderic, Alpha of Silverpine, one of our steadier allies, says. “Crimson Moon wants us paranoid. Divided.”“Maybe,” I answer, keeping my voice even. “Or perhaps they are telling the truth.”The room erupts.“You think someone on our side took him?” Lydia from Stonecrest snaps.“I think we would be fools to dismiss it outright,” I say. “The kidnapping was too clean. Too professional. Whoever took Alaric knew exactly when to strike and where our defenses were thinnest.”“So yo
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