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Andre's POV
The tension in the grand hall was overwhelming. Every wolf present sat on edge, waiting for the election results that would determine our future. The councilmen had just returned to their positions on the elevated platform, their faces showing nothing.
One of them approached the podium, clutching a sealed envelope that held our collective fate. But before his lips could part to speak, an unexpected crackling sound burst from the speakers mounted behind him.
The entire assembly fell into absolute silence.
Every head turned toward the source of the disturbance.
Then voices filled the air with crystal clarity.
"Did everything go according to plan?" Romano's unmistakable tone echoed through the hall, low and conspiratorial, yet the microphones captured every syllable perfectly.
