92. The Council-I

|| Lilac’s POV || The morning sun cast a golden glow over the council building, its towering structure a testament to the power and history of the werewolf packs. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of pine and earth, a reminder of the wildness that still lingered even in the heart of the city. I stood at the entrance, my heart pounding in my chest as I took in the sight of the grand marble steps leading up to the imposing double doors. Today was a pivotal day, and the weight of it pressed heavily on my shoulders. Alexander, Madeline, and Astrid were already inside, their presence a small comfort amidst the tension that had been building since dawn. I took a deep breath and stepped into the building, the cool interior a stark contrast to the warmth outside. The hallway was bustling with activity, alphas and their entourages moving about with purpose. My eyes scanned the room until I found them near a large window, their heads close together in quiet conversation. “Lilac!” Astri