Chapter 72

• The air in the council chamber was thick with tension as representatives from the werewolves, vampires, witches, and fae gathered around the table. Whispers of betrayal had swept through the alliance, and mistrust was brewing among the factions. Amara sat at the head of the table, her eyes scanning the faces of the leaders. The unease in the room was palpable, and she knew that if she didn’t address it soon, their fragile alliance could crumble.
• “We’ve all heard the rumors,” Amara began, her voice firm but calm. “But before we start pointing fingers, let’s remember why we’re here. Rita is the enemy. She’s the one spreading lies to divide us. If we turn on each other, we’re doing her job for her.”
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