ARREN.The council room was packed.More people than the space was designed to hold. Healers lined the walls. Doctors stood near the back. Council members filled the chairs around the table.And everyone was talking at once.I sat at the head of the table and listened to voices overlapping. Accusations flying. Blame being thrown in every direction.Someone from the supply team was defending their process. One of the healers was arguing that the dosages were correct. A council member was demanding to know who was responsible for the failure.My jaw tightened.“Enough,” I said.The room went quiet.I looked around at the gathered faces. “We’re not here to assign blame. We’re here to figure out what went wrong and fix it.”One of the senior healers leaned forward. “Alpha, with all due respect, we followed Dr. Ellaria’s protocol exactly. We sourced the materials she specified. We prepared the treatments according to her instructions. If the treatment failed then we need to examine whether
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