CHAPTER 99: FACING THE PACK COUNCIL
AMANDA'S POV:
As the door of the SUV slammed shut, the sound echoed like a gavel in a courtroom. The guards didn't say a word to me; they just stared straight ahead with faces made of granite. In a matter of minutes, the familiar, grand silhouette of the pack house loomed over us. Growing up, this place felt like home, but today, it felt like a mausoleum.
They led me through the high-arched hallways, our footsteps sounding too loud on the marble floor. We reached the council chambers—the room where the most important decisions of the Golden Moon were made. When the heavy doors creaked open, I saw them. Alpha Reed sat at the head of the long oak table, surrounded by pack officials who looked like they’d forgotten how to smile a decade ago.
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