Winter followed Sophia and the elders toward a side tunnel. Behind her, she heard Olivia's voice rise slightly. The tunnel led to a small chamber. Inside, three more elderly witches waited. The full Whispering Council. Six women watching Winter with expressions ranging from curious to skeptical. The chamber's walls were carved with protective symbols that made Winter's skin prickle. Wards against intrusion. Whatever happened here would stay private. "Sit," the eldest witch said. Her voice was raspy but firm, gesturing to a stone stool in the chamber's center. Winter sat. The stool was uncomfortable, positioned deliberately so she faced all six Council members at once. Sophia stood to the side. "Winter Moon," the eldest witch continued. "Daughter of Sophia, granddaughter of Morwenna. We have questions about your time in the Crescent citadel. You will answer truthfully." Not a request. A command. "Yes, Elder." "How long were you in the Alpha King's custody?" "Weeks. I'm not sur
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