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Chapter 83 - The Forbidden Bond
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The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 88 - A Tactical Move
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In the dimly lit red chamber of the Council of Alphas, the air is thick with tension as Wilson takes his seat at the head of the stone table. His piercing gaze sweeps across the room, falling on each council member in turn. Many avert their eyes, unwilling to meet the gaze of the man they once swore fealty to. The three traitors sit in their designated places, feigning innocence, but their deceit is palpable. Their allies among the council members shift uncomfortably, their guilt radiating from them in waves.The council meeting begins as it always does, with reports of pack affairs and city matters. But the undercurrent of unease is unmistakable. Wilson allows the conversation to flow, his sharp mind already several moves ahead. He knows what is coming, and he is prepared.When the moment arrives, it is Lucius who speaks first, his voice dripping with false concern. "Alpha Wilson," he begins, his tone measured and controlled. "There have been... concerns among some of us about the di
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