BRED BY THE SUPREME LYCAN
By the time we reach the council hall we press ourselves into the shadow of the doorway, breath shallow, watching.
The council hall is lit by flickering candles, the high-ranking werewolve's sit around the table. Their faces look pale and tired. My eyes drifted to Kaelven. He is standing in the center. He looks thin, like he has not slept in days. His face is tense, his jaw locked tight. The sight of him makes my chest ache, but I force myself to stay still, beside him stands Garrick, looking all tense.
"The Rogue King is holding the beta captive," Kaelven says. His voice is low, but it carries through the room. "He demands a trade for his release."
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