~Iris POVThe council chamber was colder than I expected, even with the torches flickering along the walls. I entered, still carrying the faint smell of the training field, grass, sweat, and the subtle undercurrent of wolf energy from Rowan’s uncontrolled surge.Duncan was already seated, hands steepled, his jaw tight. Mira Calder stood nearby, silent as always, eyes sharp and alert. The twins were with the bodyguards, Alice in her golden tunic, Eliora watching with wide eyes, and Rowan… nowhere in sight.“Luna,” Elder Varis began, bowing slightly. “We must discuss what happened today. The incident with Master Rowan.”I felt a pulse in my chest. Rowan was six. He was barely bigger than a human child’s hand span, and yet the raw power in him today had been… terrifying.Lucien Moreau’s eyes glinted from across the chamber. “Terrifying?” he spat, voice tight. “Terrifying doesn’t begin to cover it. That child,your White Wolf, your p
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