Chapter 51

• The Next Day
• The grand council chamber buzzed with murmurs as the high-ranking warriors, advisors, and allies of the Bloodmoon Pack gathered at Dante’s summons. The circular table, carved from obsidian and etched with ancient runes, sat at the heart of the chamber. The stained-glass windows filtered in a crimson morning light, painting the room in ominous hues.
• Aria stood at one side of the chamber, her arms crossed over her chest, eyes flicking toward the high-backed throne at the head of the table empty for now.