Selene’s POV
Morning sunlight spilled across the council hall, turning the frost-rimmed windows to sheets of fire. I had chosen my seat carefully—half in shadow, where I could watch them all.
Malrik looked pleased with himself. Veyra stood behind him again, her dress the color of blood, her eyes bright with the satisfaction of someone who thought she had already won.
Eryndor was at the far end of the room, apparently absorbed in polishing his crystal. To anyone else, he looked bored. I knew better.
“Luna,” Malrik began, smiling too broadly, “you seem more confident these days. The pack prospers when its queen is calm.”
“Calm,” I said, “is the best disguise for caution.”
A few elders glanced at one another, uncertain whether I had meant that as praise or warning. I let them wonder.
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