117. Council's Verdict-I

|| Lilac’s POV || The night had passed in a blur, my mind racing with plans and possibilities. Sleep had been elusive, my thoughts consumed by the council meeting that loomed over us like a storm cloud. By morning, the weight of exhaustion pressed heavily on my shoulders, but I couldn’t afford to show weakness. Not today. The council chamber was a grand, imposing hall, its high ceilings adorned with intricate carvings of wolves and moons. The air was thick with tension, the murmurs of the gathered crowd echoing like the low growl of a distant storm. Dad sat among the council members, his expression unreadable, while Ezra and I stood at the back, blending into the sea of onlookers. “I’m worried a bit,” Ezra whispered, his voice barely audible over the hum of conversation. “Why?” I asked, though I already knew the answer. Ezra shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting to where Alaric stood at the center of the room. “Well… you know… I kinda liked Alaric. I feel this pull with him that I ca