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I stood at the head of the throne room, my eyes darting between the injured Alpha Marshall and his aggrieved wife Valerie.
The weight of responsibility bore down on me as I tried to piece together the events that had transpired in that chamber.
The tension in the air was palpable, and the faint scent of burnt flesh still lingered, a grim reminder of the night's chaos.
Ares and Asher flanked me, their expressions equally troubled. Ares, ever the diplomat, seemed focused on maintaining a semblance of calm, while Asher was barely restraining his anger.
Lady Valerie, her face a mask of grief and indignation, stood protectively by her husband's side.
Scarlett, though trying to appear composed, couldn't hide the fear and anger simmering beneath the surface.
I commended Marshall's s
