The realization hit me like ice water in my veins. Someone we trusted—someone who had access to Stella's network, who knew our plans, our vulnerabilities, our deepest fears—was systematically betraying everything we'd built.
*Who?* I whispered, my voice barely audible even to myself. Through the global network, I could feel the approaching war council participants, thousands of supernatural beings converging on our location with trust and hope in their hearts, completely unaware they were walking into an ambush.
*I don't know,* Stella admitted, her small face scrunched in concentration as she tried to trace the source of the twisted energy she'd detected. *It feels... familiar. Like someone who's been with us for a long time, but their sharing magic got sick somehow.*
The First Moonfire
