Chapter 646

Lira's POV

The hall was alive with the scent of anticipation, coppery from blood and the faint tang of wolf fur. Torches lined the wide marble floor, their flames dancing in reflection off polished obsidian pillars. Elder warriors, their faces etched with age and wisdom, sat in rigid silence, eyes sharp as hawks. Around them, the younger warriors shifted with barely concealed excitement, a low hum