The room didn't breathe.
It couldn't.
Not with the truth hanging so heavily in the air it felt like a blade pressed against every throat.
Selene didn't move.
Didn't blink.
Her eyes were locked on the former Luna.
Because now she understood.
Not just the betrayal.
The design behind it.
Every attack.
Every whisper.
Every carefully placed fracture inside the pack.
It had never been chaos.
It had been control.
Silas stepped forward, his body a wall between Selene and the woman who had just revealed herself.
"You've lost your mind," he said, voice low, dangerous.
The former Luna tilted her head slightly.
"Have I?"
Her voice was calm.
Measured.
As if they were discussing strategy over tea instead of treason.
Behind them, the remaining elders shifted uneasily. Some looked horrified. Others looked… uncertain.
That was the problem.
Selene saw it instantly.
The former Luna still held influence.
Still held power.
This wasn't just exposure.
