{Third Person}
Two Days Later — Human Clan.
The Parliament Hall was tense.
The air carried the weight of urgency, sharpened by the contents of the letter that had just been read aloud to every member present.
The letter from the Werewolf King had been clear and direct.
The political bride—Amara Caldwell—had been detained on suspicion after an anonymous report alleged she was not the biological daughter of the Caldwell family.
The King had demanded immediate proof of her legitimacy to avoid… complications. To avoid war.
A low murmur spread through the chamber as the implications settled in.
At the centre of it all, Anthony Caldwell sat rigidly in his seat, restless and uncomfortable. But beneath that tension, there was relief.
The letter had revealed something important. Amara had not spoken. She had not exposed the truth.
