Luna Reana sat at the head of the table, her presence commanding attention, while the council members took their seats around her. Ryder, on the other hand, stood tall behind Reana, his eyes locked onto the elders, holding their gaze like a naive and innocent child staring curiously at a fascinating yet unsettling spectacle.
The air was heavy with tension, thickening the silence like a fog. Every breath, every creak of the wooden chairs, seemed amplified, heightening the sense of unease that settled over the gathering. And Ryder's presence seemed to be the cause of this atmosphere.
"What is he doing here?" Beta Ryan's voice cut through the oppressive silence, his tone dripping with disdain as his sharp glare pierced Ryder like a dagger.
