SILVER CREEK'S GIFT
Selene POV
The strategy room smelled of coffee and stale tension, the air heavy with the weight of revelations that refused to stop coming. The lamps burned low, casting shadows that seemed to move with their own intentions, and I wondered if we would ever again feel truly safe within these walls.
I sat across from Damon, Dara's message spread between us like evidence at a trial we hadn't chosen to prosecute. The Silver Creek seal, broken but still visible, its wax imprinted with the moon symbol that bound our alliance. The words that confirmed what we'd suspected, what we'd feared, what we now had to build our response upon. Every sentence carried weight beyond its simple construction, every phrase a choice that Dara had made to trust us with truth that could endanger her own pack.
