Chapter 124: The Frost Between Us
The room held its breath. The echo of Gloria's voice still hung in the air like smoke after a dying fire. She had refused to name the Nightshade pack...her disdain was so thick that even the syllables of its name seemed forbidden on her tongue.
Victoria's gaze lifted slowly from the parchment before her, her eyes catching the reflection of the candelabras that ringed the long marble table. The flickering light gave her the look of something more divine than mortal, a figure carved from power and purpose.
"Tell me, Gloria," she began, each word deliberate, "were you not among those who urged this very council to banish them in the first place? What makes you think that they'd want to help us now?"
