I was in a moderately decorated room, much like Fenris's side. The sheets that covered me were softer than anything I had ever felt, and luxury was everywhere.

Hm... the last thing I remember was falling asleep on your lap.

The wolf's arms were wrapped tightly around me, preventing me from moving without alerting him. Around the room were shelves with photos of young Fenris and his family. This was probably his old room before he moved in with me.

The downgrade he had quietly endured was immense.

How did you not complain about moving with me to a room when you had this waiting for you?

Shade was by our feet, still asleep, unlike my wolf, who was already awake thanks to my slight movements.

"Hey... did you sleep well?" he greeted me, caressing my cheek with his thumb.

The gentleness in his eyes was melting me before the day even began.

"Yes," I mumbled.

Everything feels surreal.

He slowly sat up, leaning down, kissing me. Pulling away from me, he glanced at the clock to see it was almost noon. The meeting would be at one. He had let me sleep until the last second he could.

The moment I went to get up, my world spun again. These morning sicknesses appeared to become the norm while my body adjusted to the changes within me. Luckily, he already knew what to expect, thanks to Amara.

Last night, he placed a bucket nearby, which was my saving grace in case my stomach wanted to erupt out of me. The nausea was the worst part of this episode, though. Thankfully, nothing came up since I ate bland and easy-to-digest foods.

After a bit, everything stopped, allowing me to move on with my daily life. Fenris had already picked out clothes to wear the previous night, saving me time. These weren't my clothes, though, which meant I would have to get used to my arms showing up more than I used to.

Luckily, my loving wolf found me a jacket to wear—one that was Amelia's when she was younger. Today was a chillier day, marking the start of winter. I lost my balance when I wore my dress, only to fall right into his arms.

He was always ready to catch me, even though he was also getting ready himself. Amelia prepared breakfast for us before we left to meet the council to avoid any more delays. Again, my wolf had to carry me all the way there when my energy waned.

Amelia had pleaded with me to reconsider going, but I rejected every notion of staying back. I couldn't let him handle everything. Instead, she ended up following us out of the door. The moment we left the manor, all eyes were on us.

Someone who was in the meeting last time had leaked the scandalous news of my pregnancy. Reporters tried to swarm Fenris and me, but thankfully, the Lycans near the manor prevented them from coming closer. They opened a way out for us, allowing Fenris to rush inside the Cerberus building.

Ryker waited for us in the lobby and accompanied us up the floors towards the door that separated the council from us. Fenris let me down onto the floor before Liam opened the way for us again, letting us into the fray.

Once inside, the same people as before were in the same place they had been the prior day. However, instead of this time Evan being in the Lycan seat at the table, he was on the side with other elders.

Rather than sitting on the chair designated by the council for my wolf, he stayed by me. He wouldn't allow anyone to be close to me when the meeting began.

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"Well, Fenris, did you find the information we needed?" Charles threw the first question to the new Lycan chair in the council.

"Yes... I did." My wolf started, focusing on the members ahead of us. "Alijah's a Lycan who was also born under the red moon. Unlike me, he's bent on destroying the world."

After that, he recited the tale Ursula told us as I grabbed onto his shirt. I didn't like the story, even when it came from his voice, which I adored. What happened to Alijah was cruel, which almost happened to Fenris.

The similarity made me feel ill. When he finished retelling the tale of the mad Lycan. Most of the council members appeared to have overturned stomachs. The Lycan elders remained silent in one corner, refusing to say anything.

"As horrific and appalling as the story is. It doesn't change that we must stop him. How will we do that, young silver blood?" Charles asked, focusing on what mattered.

No one wanted to know more of the poor bastard's past or humanize him more. Even the cold vampire, Asher, appeared troubled by the story, refusing to gaze towards Fenris.

"Well... for that, we need another god artifact. The magic within it isn't something red Lycans can't nullify, or at least that's what was used to lock him away the first time." Fenris answered.

The elves narrowed their eyes upon hearing that.

"And where would we get one of those?" Charles continued to query.

Fenris shook his head, knowing they wouldn't be willing to part with their precious history. Ryker's performance the previous day had prepared us as much. While Cerberus's director wasn't fond of me, he truly was an ally of my wolf.

"Eh, you know it'll come from anyone's hidden stash. We only need one." The silver Lycan shrugged.

"Are you saying there are more still lying around?" Asher jumped in.

Vampires, just like Lycans, could use those artifacts for their benefit.

"Yes, let's not kid ourselves. We know one race, if not all, have at least one in their grasp. They were supposed to be surrendered to Cerberus long ago, but I won't pretend to feign ignorance to tricks." Fenris noted.

While Asher's eyes sparkled with the knowledge of the existence of hidden god artifacts, the elves made their moves.

"I don't like what you're suggesting, young blood. We don't have any, as they all were surrendered when Cerberus was formed." Nyla argued.

The others of her kin followed with similar sentiments

Are you kidding me?! You're going to deny it now?! Do you not realize time is running out?!

Alijah was no laughing joke.

The power you hold is beyond our comprehension.

"Don't be fools! One of those hidden artifacts might be why Alijah's going free. So, let's not lie in the face of death!" I retorted, clenching my hands into fists.

The moment those words left me, all gazes cane towards me. Many weren't pleased by my words, especially the blaze elves, whose leader despised I was free. If it were up to him, I would be in a dungeon.

"Are you insinuating that we're at fault for this coming catastrophe?" Kaiden questioned, voice devoid of emotion.

I shrugged, not knowing if they were truly at fault, but the only thing certain was that Alijah would be free.

"I have no idea if you have, but I've seen vampires working with the witches. So, who knows what other races might do the same? Someone allowed this to happen even if it isn't on purpose!" I declared.

My wolf smiled, seeing the perfect chance to step up the game.

"That said, we need to fill the chair of witches as soon as possible. Nominating one will create the stability of witchcraft users who believe their only way is to rebel, and for that purpose, I would like to name Lilith for that chair," Fenris announced.

I glanced at him, surprised by what had come out of his mouth.

Are you really going to try to get me into the council?

When I said it yesterday, it was nothing more than a fantasy, but now that he has mentioned it, the council's expressions make it seem improbable.

"You're overstepping, sliver blood." Jasper sighed, tapping his fingers on the table.

These people weren't ready to forget what had happened all those years ago. He wasn't alone; Nyla and Kaiden appeared to feel the same, yet Charles...

"Wait a minute, shouldn't we hear them out?" The sun elf announced.

Asher couldn't care if the witches had a chair as we were nothing to Royal blood, while Roman and Jaxon were interested, too.

"Thank you, Charles." Fenris sighed, stepping towards the council. "We all know the witches have been stomped on for far too long. You may think it was just witchcraft users back then, but we were also at fault."

This wolf still remembered everything I told him about the other Lilith's story. Her fate was something that couldn't be repeated.

"We played a part in that. Something has to change if we want our world to be better!" My wolf declared, standing his ground against those who opposed us.

Isolating our kind never helped in anything we did; it just made them resentful. He had promised his pack a better future, which he would fight for even if everyone went against him. There was nothing Fenirs wouldn't do for his future cubs.