Shadows of tradition

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DAMIAN Sitting at the long, polished table in the council room, I felt the weight of every pair of eyes on me. The council elders watched like hawks, their faces unreadable, eyes sharp. I knew their looks all too well—the judgment, the constant weighing of everything I did. It made my blood boil. But I held my tongue, out of some leftover respect for their loyalty to my family. For as much as they irritated me, these were men who have stood by me, even after everything the pack suffered. I couldn’t let my anger show. Not yet, anyway. “We want to see your Luna, Alpha Damian,” Gamma Stanley finally spoke, his voice carrying that damn familiar tone of authority. “Beta Kai has informed us of her worthiness, but it’s not enough. We need to see her ourselves, to know in our hearts and minds t

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