LyraThe chamber still buzzed with whispers even after the video ended, like a hive shaken by a storm. Selene sat trembling in her chair, her once-perfect poise shattered into ash. Damon stood over her, chest heaving, fury dripping from every pore.For a moment, I thought he would tear her apart in front of the elders. But then, as though a switch had flipped, Damon straightened. His breathing slowed, his face smoothed into a mask of regret.“Elders, alpha” he said, bowing his head low, his voice thick with practiced remorse. “I was deceived.”The murmurs rose again. I tilted my head, studying him. Damon’s performance was flawless… contrition in his tone, sorrow in his eyes and disappointment heavy on his shoulders. He looked like a man betrayed by his closest ally, not the puppeteer behind the curtain.“I trusted Selene when she came to me with her suspicions,” he continued sorrowfully. “She showed me… evidence. I believed her. And for that, I apologize. To this council. To you, Alph
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