Dark Secrets in the council

The heavy oak doors creaked open, revealing a dimly lit study filled with the scent of aged whiskey and burning cedarwood. Alpha Marius sat behind a polished mahogany desk, his piercing silver eyes scanning the man standing before him.

"To what do I owe this unexpected visit, Arthur?" Marius leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping against the glass of whiskey in his hand.

Arthur stepped forward, his jaw clenched. "I assume you've heard the rumors."

Marius's lips curled into a knowing smirk. "Ah, yes. The girl. Haelyn." He swirled the drink in his glass, feigning disinterest. "The first true pureblood spirit wolf in over a century." His gaze flickered to Arthur's stiff posture. "I take it she's proven to be a... complication?"

Arthur scoffed, pacing the room. "You have no idea." He exhaled sharply. "She's inherited her mother's cursed abilities, Marius. She's dangerous. If we don't act now, she'll bring disaster to our kind."