SERA’S POV
Later that night
The flames in the council chamber spat and hissed, throwing jagged shadows across the stone walls. My bandaged arm throbbed with every heartbeat, a reminder of Damion’s claws tearing through my flesh. His strike had burned more than skin—it had burned my pride.
It seems we had forgotten my position in his life, what my uncle and father did for him. I was beginning to question if saving his life that faithful day was worth it afterall.
I clenched my jaw as the fools argued around the long table, their voices rising and falling like crows fighting over scraps.
“She survived wolfsbane,” one elder barked, slamming his fist down. “That is not possible. No wolf could endure it.”
Another leaned forward, sweat glistening on his brow. “Then what is she? Tell me tha
