Aria’s POVThe night after Lilith was escorted away, the pack house felt different. The air was heavy, not with deception, but with anticipation. Wolves moved through the halls with sharper eyes, whispers carried further, and every step seemed to echo with the weight of what was coming. I stood in the council room again, the long table covered with maps, reports, and lists of supplies. Damon was there, silent, his jaw tight. He hadn’t spoken to me since I exposed Lilith. His pride was wounded, his trust shaken. But I couldn’t afford to dwell on him. Dravenna entered first, her robes trailing, her eyes sharp. Malvora followed, her presence heavy, commanding. Valerius came last, his cloak torn but his posture steady. Three former enemies, now standing in my council room. The pack bristled at their presence, but I raised my hand, silencing the growls. “We need to prepare,” I said simply. Dravenna spread her hands over the maps. “The witches will weave protective wards around your
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