Chapter 43 Eleanor's POV The doors opened, and Dad walked in first. I followed closely behind him, trying my best not to look as nervous as I felt. The meeting was being held deep beneath the building, in a secluded basement that looked nothing like a basement. It was enormous. Elegant. The walls were made of dark stone, decorated with old paintings and symbols I didn't recognize. Soft golden lights hung from the ceiling, reflecting against the polished floor. At the center of the room was a massive round table surrounded by chairs. And people were already sitting there. Elders. Young people. Werewolves, vampires, witches, and other supernaturals whose presence I couldn't quite identify. My senses immediately became overwhelmed. There were so many different scents, heartbeats, voices, and emotions filling the room. Nyla stirred inside my head. Stay calm. I'm trying. Dad walked forward. "Christian Bale." His voice echoed through the room. Several people looked toward us. Dad pl
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