*Unknown POV*
The moonlight spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse high above the city—a glittering metropolis stretched out like a tapestry of stars and secrets below. Inside, the air was cool, scented faintly with rare oud and polished mahogany, every detail carefully curated for power and prestige.
The Council gathered around a gleaming onyx table, its surface reflecting the soft glow of crystal chandeliers that hung like frozen fireworks overhead. Velvet chairs, stitched with gold thread, cradled the elite figures who held the fate of worlds in their hands.
A woman, dressed in an impeccably tailored midnight velvet suit, sipped from a cut-glass tumbler filled with aged amber liquor. Her eyes, sharp and silver-gray, scanned the data streaming on the holographic display hovering above the table.
"She has awakened," she said, her voice smooth and cold as the rare ice swirling in her glass. "The Moonborn—Rory."
A tall man with slate-colored hair and a jaw like sculpted marble leaned forward, his expensive watch catching the light. "In the human world, no less. This disrupts the delicate balance we've preserved for centuries. If the humans discover her… or worse, if she loses control…"
The woman's lips curled in a faint, almost imperceptible smile. "The Moonborn's power is unlike any we've seen. She carries a lineage deeper than most. Volatile, unpredictable. And dangerously exposed."
A younger council member, draped in silk and diamonds, exchanged a glance with another. "Can she be guided? Or must she be contained?"
The woman tapped a slender finger on the table, the sound crisp and commanding. "Guidance is ideal. But removal remains an option we cannot ignore."
The room's ambiance was thick with tension, punctuated only by the delicate clink of crystal and the quiet hum of an unseen security system.
A voice, low and measured, broke the silence. "And the wolf?"
The woman's eyes narrowed slightly, a glint of something ancient and knowing flashing within them. "He watches. Closer than anyone suspects. Always."
Outside, the city sparkled under the moon's watchful eye—unaware of the silent, powerful forces shaping its fate from this penthouse throne room, where wealth and destiny intertwined like the threads of an intricate tapestry.