Lycan’s POVThe room smelled wrong. And underneath both…calculation.I leaned against the stone pillar near the edge of the council chamber, watching the elders shift around the table like they still believed this situation belonged to them.It didn’t. Not anymore.Kaelira stood near the center beside Serenya, calm despite the pressure tightening around her from every direction. The controlled flare of her power moments ago still lingered in the room like smoke after fire.Nobody had forgotten it.More importantly, nobody had forgotten she controlled it.That was ruining the narrative they were trying to build.Good.One elder slammed a palm against the table. “Controlled or not, this is still dangerous.”“And panic isn’t?” Kaelira asked evenly.“That isn’t the point.”“No,” I said calmly from the back of the room. “It’s exactly the point.”Every eye shifted toward me again.Predictable.I pushed away from the pillar slowly and walked forward, not rushed, not aggressive. The room alr
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