Chapter 7 - The Unmasked Conspiracy

Returning to Ithinar Castle, the atmosphere was thick with impending reckoning. The remaining conspirators from Mard’s faction attempted a desperate midnight coup, barricading themselves in the armory and seizing control of the eastern gate.
Aldric didn't hesitate. He led the loyal guard unit straight into the breach.
The battle in the corridors was fierce but short. The loyalist wolves, galvanized by the Alpha King's renewed purpose and the legend of the human who stood three times in the trial hall, overpowered the rebels within minutes.
In the command center, the leader of the rebel faction was pinned against the wall by Aldric’s bare hand.
"Who ordered the hit on the trade delegation?" Aldric growled, his eyes glowing a blinding gold.
The rebel choked, gasping for air. "It was... it was meant to start a war. A human delegation dying in Ithinar halls... the southern clans would rise... Mard wanted the throne..."
Aldric crushed his throat just enough to render him unconscious, dropping the traitor to the floor like a sack of grain.
Senna walked into the room, stepping over a discarded sword, her expression unreadable. "The coup is broken. The guards have secured the gates."
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Aldric turned to her, his chest rising and falling heavily. "It's over. The council has no power left to challenge us."
"Good," Senna said quietly, walking right up to him. "Because now the real work begins."