**Serena’s POV**He stepped into the room without invitation, his presence sucking the air from the space like a void. He didn't look at Penelope or Gale; his cold, calculating eyes fixed solely on me, as if the rest of us were mere shadows unworthy of notice. The advisor’s dark, tailored robes whispered against the stone floor with every measured step, the Obsidian crest embroidered on his chest gleaming ominously in the torchlight."The King has been made aware of the situation," the advisor stated, his voice completely devoid of emotion, flat as the edge of a blade. "He is aware of the debt. He is aware of the attempt to hide the collateral. And he is aware of the pathetic, desperate state of this pack."He held up the leather-bound folder like a weapon, the embossed crest catching the flickering light. "I have the Obsidian half of the treaty here. The signatures are authentic. The blood-pact is verified. There is no escape from this covenant, girl. Not for your father. Not for you
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