Siena’s POV
The air in the council chamber is thick with animosity.
Whispers ripple through the gathered Alphas, their voices low but sharp, cutting through the silence like knives.
I stand at the center, perfectly still, my head high and my shoulders squared, but inside, my wolf paces nervously. Her growl hums beneath my skin, restless and uneasy.
I can feel the weight of their stares, their judgment, as if it’s pressing against me from all directions.
"It’s obvious she plagiarized this work," a disgruntled Alpha snarls, his voice rough and bitter.
His pack placed last in the competition, and I can see the anger simmering in his eyes, the way his fists clench like he’s barely holding himself back. "No pampered Luna could produce something this comprehensive. This is
