The air in the council hall was thick with tension, every wolf present standing on edge as the weight of Lyall’s challenge settled over them like a dark cloud. Amara stood tall, her heart pounding in her chest as she locked eyes with the man who was threatening everything she and Darius had worked so hard to build. Lyall’s cold, venomous gaze pierced through her, his words still ringing in her ears: “You’re the one who’s weak, Amara.”
The council members exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of what would happen next. Roderick, the senior council member, looked between Lyall and Darius, clearly weighing his next move. Though he had shown a willingness to cooperate with the merger, even he couldn’t deny the power that Lyall held over many of the Blood Moon warriors.
Darius stood beside Amara,
