"I didn't expect to see the Ashford crest flying so high tonight," Alpha Tristan Crowne murmured, his voice a low vibration that seemed to command the very air I breathed.I didn't flinch. I stood on that stage, the center of the Ironfang arena, draped in a gown the color of a moonless night. For three years, I had been the shadow in his house, the substitute Luna who kept his bed warm and his pack stable while he pined for the return of his true bond, Selene Voss. But tonight, the shadow had teeth."The blood of a fallen line still runs red, Tristan," I replied, my voice amplified by the microphones, reaching every Council Alpha in the room. "And sometimes, the fall only makes the rise more devastating."I looked him dead in the eye. I was no longer the girl who had entered a mating bond out of desperation to save House Ashford. I was the Chief Judge of the Vision Clash, the legendary designer Sandra, and for the first time, he was the one looking up."Thank you, Council members, Pac
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