Dorian’s POVA week had passed since we locked up Miranda and the others, and the shift in the pack house was undeniable. It was like the air had finally cleared. People were moving through the hallways without that tense, shoulder-checking look that had become a habit over the last few weeks. Conversations returned to a normal volume, replacing the hushed, paranoid whispers that usually happen.Lillian was different, too. Not softer, exactly Lillian had never been soft, but she had dropped that heavy guard she’d been carrying since the moment Miranda arrived. The constant pressure of being watched, judged, and waiting for the next strike had finally left her. Two mornings ago, she laughed at something Celeste said at the breakfast table. The sound stopped me dead in my tracks. I hadn't heard it in so long it felt entirely new.As for the elder council, they reorganized themselves with the kind of smooth, practical speed only politicians manage when they realize the alternative is be
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