Chapter 85

By noon, the pack house had fallen into a silence so thick that even the clatter of dishes from the kitchen felt distant, muffled. The long dining table in the meeting hall was set—polished silver, crystal glasses, and steaming trays of food that no one cared to touch. The scent of roasted meat and herbs lingered in the air, but the hunger in the room was not for food—it was for answers.

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