<h4>Chapter 134: Chapter 134: The Council’s Ultimatum</h4>


    A whole week had passed, and still Selene felt like she was chasing shadows. Every day she tried to find traces of the witch, some clue that could lead her closer.


    But the Silver Dawn pack seemed clean. Either they had no connection to that witch at all, or they were hiding it so well that she could not find even a crack to slip through.


    And then there was the man... Maximus.


    She had spent the entire week trying to follow him. Almost every time she thought she was close, he would vanish. One moment he was walking in the open; the next he was gone as if the air itself swallowed him.


    When he wanted to appear, he did. When he wanted to disappear, he did. No one could stop him. Not even she could keep up with him.


    The more she tried, the more hopeless she felt. For the first time since she hade here, Selene began to doubt herself. Maybe she had chosen wrong. Maybe this decision of hers, toe to the werewolf pack, was useless. Every day felt wasted.


    Sara was no better. In fact, she was worse.


    It was her first time living among werewolves, and though she tried to act brave, Selene could see the fear in her. The way her shoulders stiffened every time an Alpha passed, the way her hands shook whenever the warriorsughed too loud near her. She was terrified. Living here was crushing her spirit.


    And sometimes, in the silence of the night, Selene felt her own chest grow heavy with guilt. She should not have brought Sara here. This ce was dangerous. If they were caught, it would definitely leave some scars on her. She should havee alone.


    It was another day, dull and heavy like the rest, when Selene suddenly heard the whispers spreading among the omegas.


    A council member had arrived.


    Her head shot up immediately, her heart beating faster. The werewolf council did not visit packs for no reason. If someone from the council was here, then it meant something serious.


    Selene nced at Sara. Their eyes met, and in that instant, they both thought the same thing. This was no ordinary visit.


    Selene quickly made an excuse and slipped away from the omega quarters. Her mind was racing. Why was a council member here? What was his purpose? What did he want with the Silver Dawn Alphas?


    Her steps were quick and silent, carrying her toward the source of themotion. She needed to know. She needed to see this messenger for herself.


    Selene moved quickly through the corridors, her steps light, her breath steady. She followed the omegas until she reached the ce where the council member was meeting with the Silver Dawn Alphas. The heavy doors of the hall were shut, but voices carried through the wood.


    She leaned close, heart pounding.


    The first words that reached her ears froze her in ce.


    "The council has decided. The Dusk Draven Alpha must execute the witch who is responsible for the kidnapping of Alpha Fenrick’s heir of the Midnight Pack."


    Selene’s blood turned cold. She pressed her hand against the wall, holding herself up as the weight of those words sank into her chest. Execute the witch. Execute... her.


    Her lips parted, but no sound came out. Her breath quickened.


    Inside the hall, silence followed the council’s decree. Even the Alphas—Aeron, Kael, and Luca—seemed struck into stillness. They had never expected the council to be so direct, so bold, as to demand blood in such a way.


    Atst, Aeron spoke, his voice hard and unwavering. "We are not doing it."


    The room shifted with his words. The council messenger, who had delivered the order, did not even blink. It was as if he had been expecting this answer all along.


    "Then you go against the council of werewolves," the man replied coldly. "And that, Alpha Aeron, will not end well for you."


    The threat was clear in his voice, but Aeron did not falter. He met the council man’s eyes with even greater intensity. His stare was strong, fierce enough to make the messenger himself shudder and step back.


    And then another voice joined in, and it definitely belonged to a powerful Alpha.


    From behind the messenger, a man stepped forward. He was middle-aged, his presence heavy, his gaze cold. The three brothers... Aeron, Luca, and Kael turned to him at once, their eyes narrowing.


    The man’s tone was slow but with the same arrogance as the messenger.


    "Alpha Aeron, you were the one who lost the witch that night. And for that, there must bepensation to the werewolfmunity. Either you execute her... or you hand over the power you inherited from the former Alpha of Moonveil Pack."


    The words dropped like stones in the room.


    For a moment, silence. Then Aeron’s lips curved in sheer disgust. His smile was sharp, wide, and mocking.


    Kael let out a shortugh. He didn’t even bother to hide it, and his yful expression was literally mocking him. Like he was already aware that this would be their next condition.


    "Shameless," he said. "Truly shameless. Is this what the council has be?"


    Luca’s eyes sharpened. He also looked at them with shame and disgust. That made the man embarrassed; he had never thought that these brothers would be so bold as to react like this. They were not giving even a bit of face to the council.


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    He had thought to pressurize them, but instead they did not even flinch at his gaze. So are the rumors really true about these brothers? he thought.


    Selene, outside the door, was also speechless. Her chest rose and fell quickly. How could they twist things like this? How could they demand blood or power as if both were theirs to take?


    She leaned closer, trying to hear more clearly. She had always thought the werewolf council would be something good, but it seemed she had thought too much. After all, how could something goode out of these kinds of people?


    And she shifted her position so she could peek inside and see who this man actually was. And when her gazended on him, her heartbeat stopped.


    Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes locked on him.


    It had been ten years. Ten long years. But she knew that face. She could never forget it.


    Memories mmed into her mind like a storm. That night. The night her world shattered. She saw it again... the shadows, the hands, the cruelughter. Her mother’s broken cries. Her mother’s body ruined beyond repair, her spirit destroyed.


    And him... this man. He had been there. He was one of them. One of the men who had defiled her mother until she had nothing left to give.


    Selene’s entire body trembled. Her blood roared in her ears. Her vision blurred with rage and grief as she stared at him, frozen in ce, unable to tear her eyes away.


    He was not a stranger to her. He was one of the monsters who had destroyed her mother.


    And now... he stood in front of the Alphas, very much alive and wearing the face of authority, pretending to represent the council.


    Just by looking at him standing there burned her heart like fire.