AVA "Mr. Kael. Miss Ava," the garud standing by the door greeted as we entered inside. This was the first time the elders had called for a private meeting under anything close to good terms. Every prior summons had come wrapped in tension, in scrutiny, in the kind of formality that made it clear we were being measured rather than welcomed. This time felt different. Unified, almost, though I had learned by now not to mistake unity in a room like this for anything close to comfort. "Elders," we greeted in return. "First, we want to commend you," one of them said, "for your efforts in curbing the illegal protests and the illicit actions carried out over these past several days. Days that, left unchecked, could easily have spiraled into a crisis this pack has not seen the likes of in generations." "Thank you," Father said. Others spoke up in agreement. "We also thank you for your judgment in discerning the right path through such complicated circumstances, and we hope that co
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