Chapter 170 Cassandra In The Picture

• ~ Elara~
• The tension in the air was palpable as I stood in the center of the ancient council chamber, surrounded by the most powerful and revered elders of the ancient packlands. Their eyes, old and sharp with centuries of knowledge, bored into me, weighing every word, every breath. I could feel their judgment pressing down on me like a physical weight, but I had no choice. I had to explain everything—no matter how painful, no matter how raw.
• They sat in a semicircle, their forms draped in robes of earth and moonlight, and behind them, massive stone carvings of wolves loomed like silent sentinels. The air in the chamber crackled with magic, ancient and alive, and I felt it thrumming through my bones.