Chapter Ninety four

Zoe Madison, her face a mask of icy composure, held court at the head of the long, mahogany table, the polished silver of the council’s insignia gleaming beneath the flickering candlelight. The council, a group of senior wolves whose clothes was laced with silver and whose eyes held the wisdom of countless moons, sat facing her, their expressions a mixture of suspicion and apprehension.

Zoe, clad in black velvet that shimmered with an almost predatory glint, met their gazes head-on, her crimson eyes burning with a cold, calculating fire. Her claws, meticulously manicured, tapped a rhythmic beat against the polished surface of the table, the sound echoing in the hushed room like a drumbeat of war.

“The time has come.” she began, her voice a silken whisper that held an undercurrent of steel, “for us to address the elephant in the room. Alpha Draven.”

The council members shifted uneasily in their seats, their expressions turning wary. The name Draven, once spoken with respect and fear, n