Chapter 75

• The tension in the stronghold was palpable as Amara sat at the head of the council chamber, her hands clenched into fists. Rumors of sabotage had been swirling for weeks, with each incident further straining the already fragile trust between the alliance factions. Supplies had gone missing, messages intercepted, and critical plans delayed—all under circumstances too suspicious to dismiss.
• When Xander entered the chamber with two warriors escorting a prisoner, the room fell silent. The captured individual was someone Amara had trusted implicitly: Halric, a werewolf commander who had served under Xander for years. His reputation for loyalty and tactical brilliance had made him a cornerstone of the alliance’s efforts. Now, his wrists were bound, his expression a mixture of defiance and guilt.
• “Amara,” Xander said, his voice cold and controlled, “we caught Halric in the act. He was tampering with the enchanted scrolls used to communicate with the witches. We also found these on him.” He handed Amara a satchel filled with forged documents—orders that would have redirected key resources away from the alliance’s most vulnerable points.