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Three days later, Aiden and I stood in the great hall of the Werewolf Council.
It was an ancient castle in upstate New York, its walls covered in runes that were centuries old. The hall was filled with representatives from the seven great clans and countless other werewolves who had come to watch.
The Matriarch of the Phantom Wolves, Victoria Summers, stood at the plaintiff's podium, her eyes filled with hatred.
"Chloe Parker," she shrieked, pointing at me, "you murdered my niece with your Moon-Descendant purifying powers!"
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