Mated To My Mate's Worst Enemy Chapter 467

ARIA

The council room was on the first floor of the main building, a formal space used for pack governance meetings and the specific occasions when the elder council exercised their advisory function in ways that required more structure than a corridor conversation. The door was closed. The voices coming through it were audible from ten feet away.

Morrison's voice: "—the Luna's position is not a combat position. The tradition of this pack, the expectation of the—"

And Kael's voice, controlled in the specific way of someone who'd been controlling it for two hours: "The tradition of this pack is survival by whatever means the situation requires. Last night the situation required—"

"The situation required leadership," Morrison said. "Which is why the Alpha should have—"

"The Alpha was retrieving a pack member who'd been taken," Kael said. "Which was also leadership. Which required—"

"Leaving a Luna who has been here for under a year in command of a combat engagement—"

"She won," said a different voice. One I didn't immediately place — one of the other council members, Elder Sona, who I'd met twice at formal pack occasions and had the impression of someone who formed opinions slowly and stated them clearly when they arrived. "I want to be precise about what happened last night. She won. She maintained the pack's territorial integrity against a force that was larger and better equipped and had intelligence about our defenses. She built a temporary mindlink — something that has not been done in this pack in three years — and held it for the duration of a combat engagement. And she did it without shifting, without the wolf infrastructure, with the resources she had." A pause. "Morrison, I have significant respect for the position you hold. I'm asking you to apply that position's responsibility with intellectual honesty about what the evidence shows."

"The evidence shows a Luna who acted outside—"

"The evidence shows a Luna who acted exactly within the scope of what this pack needed," Sona said. "The question of whether the scope is appropriate is a separate question from whether she executed it correctly. And that question deserves to be asked in the right way."

I opened the door.

Seven faces turned toward me. Elder Morrison, Elder Sona, three other council members whose names I knew but whose specific positions I was less certain of, Kael, and — sitting in the corner with the specific quality of someone who'd arrived at the meeting to observe rather than to participate — Ivory.

She looked better than she'd looked coming off the car. Still injured, still clearly in the recovery stage, still with the specific quality of someone who'd been through something significant. But present. Alert. Sitting in the corner with a cup of something hot and the expression of a woman who'd come to watch a meeting go a particular way and was reserving judgment on whether it was going that way or not.

I looked at her briefly. She gave me the expression that meant: *I'm here. Do what you're going to do.*

I looked at Morrison.

"I understand," I said, "that there are concerns about last night."

"Luna Aria," Morrison said, in the tone of someone who'd been redirected before and was going to be more careful about it this time. "This is an elder council meeting. The protocols require—"

"I know the protocols," I said. "I also know that the protocols exist to serve the pack's governance, not to prevent the people being discussed from participating in the discussion." I came further into the room. "If you have concerns about my conduct last night, I'd like to hear them. Directly. From you."

Morrison looked at me.

I looked at him.

The council room was quiet.

Kael, I noticed without looking at him directly, had leaned back very slightly in his chair. The specific lean of someone who'd been defending a position for two hours and had just decided that the person being defended was handling their own defense.

"The Luna's role," Morrison said, "is not—"

"I know what the traditional Luna's role is," I said. "I also know that last night, when one hundred and fifty wolves and six witches and then an EXTRA 60 wolves came to our northern border specifically because they expected this pack to fall apart without its senior leadership, someone needed to make sure it didn't fall apart." I held his gaze. "I made sure it didn't fall apart."

"The risk—"

"Was real," I said. "And I took it. Because the alternative was worse." I let that sit for a moment. "If you'd like to discuss the decisions I made last night, I'm willing to have that conversation. If you'd like to discuss whether a Luna with the capabilities I demonstrated should be treated as a non-combat resource, I'm also willing to have that conversation. But I'm having the conversation here, at this table, not being discussed in my absence."

Morrison looked at Sona.

Sona looked at me with the specific expression I'd seen her use at formal occasions — the one that was adding information to an existing assessment.

"Sit down, Luna Aria," Sona said. Not the dismissal version. The invitation version.

I sat down.

*Well done,* Silver said.

*Thank you,* I said, internally.

*The runes are visible in this light,* Silver said. *People are noticing.*

I looked at my hands on the table. The runes, clear in the council room's morning light.

Seven pairs of eyes noted them.

Ivory, from the corner, looked at my hands with the expression I'd predicted — the specific focused attention of a healer who'd found something clinically significant and was keeping her reaction internal with great effort.

The great effort was not entirely successful.

She pressed her lips together.

She reached for her cup.

She looked at the ceiling.

I looked back at Morrison.

"Shall we," I said.