Chapter 164

Viona's POV

The atmosphere in the great hall was already taut, every breath measured, every glance sharpened by mistrust. Yet when the stranger pulled off his mask, it felt as though the air itself bent beneath the presence that stepped through.

Mirage.

The name wasn't spoken, yet it echoed in the marrow of every werewolf present. Power rolled off him in steady waves, subtle but undeniable, like the stillness before a hurricane. His boots clicked against the polished stone floor, ...