Chapter 85 — The Day the Alpha Chose a Side

The tension in Frostfang’s great hall was different today.

Not battle-tension.

Not war-tension.

This was uglier.

Quieter.

Personal.

The hall buzzed with restless voices, frustration thick in the air as Frostfang wolves gathered. Armor scraped. Claws tapped. Some glared. Some whispered.

All of them stared.

At her.

Clara stood near the center, jaw tight, shoulders straight, forcing herself to meet stares instead of shrinking beneath them. ...