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Amara’s Point of View

The council room had been chaos when Aarhea spoke. Her words were sharp, and some of the elders looked like they believed her.

My stomach twisted. I could feel everything slipping, the careful web we’d built starting to unravel.

Later that night, we gathered in Dad's private study. Logan paced, restless, while Dad sat calmly at the desk, fingers tapping on the wood