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“I’m not making accusations. I’m stating facts.” I let my gaze sweep the gathered council. “The claiming that occurred last night was not a scandal. It was not a lapse in judgment. It was the return of magic that was stolen from our communities centuries ago.”

“This is—” Cordelia’s composure slips, fury flashing in her eyes. “You can’t possibly believe⁠—”

“I believe what the evidence shows me.” I hold her gaze without flinching. “And I believe that certain members of this council would prefer that evidence never come to light.”

The accusation lands in the charged silence.

“Perhaps we should focus on the matter at hand.” Elder Vera’s voice cuts through the tension, practical and measured. “The question of whether Coven Leader Darkwater can continue in her role.”

“There’s no rule against it.” She produces a document from her robes—I recognize the archive seal. “I’ve reviewed the records. Extensively. There is no precedent forbidding a coven leader from claiming or being claimed by a shifter.”

“The absence of a rule doesn’t mean—” Cordelia starts.

“It means exactly what it says.” Vera’s voice sharpens. “We cannot remove a coven leader for actions that are not forbidden. If you wish to change the rules, Elder Cordelia, you may propose an amendment. But you cannot apply restrictions retroactively.”

“She’s compromised.” Cordelia abandons subtlety, her voice rising. “She’s allowed personal feelings to interfere with her duties. She’s prioritized her relationship with a shifter over the well-being of this coven⁠—”

“I have prioritized the truth over comfortable lies.” My voice slices through hers. “I have pursued an investigation that powerful people would prefer remain closed. I have asked questions that certain members of this council find inconvenient.”

My magic flares—not with instability, but with the clean, focused power that the claiming has given me. The candles in the chamber burn brighter. The enchanted windows flicker, their peaceful illusion wavering.

“If the council wishes to remove me, they may call a formal vote.” I rise from my seat, every inch the leader I’ve spent years becoming. “Otherwise, this discussion is concluded.”

Silence.

Then Cordelia: “Very well. I call for a vote.”

My heart doesn’t skip. My magic doesn’t waver.

“All those in favor of removing Coven Leader Darkwater from her position?”

Cordelia’s hand rises. Elder Jasper’s follows, reluctantly, his eyes unable to meet mine. Three other council members—traditionalists who’ve never approved of my methods—join them.

Five.

“All those opposed?”

Elder Vera. Two of the younger council members who’ve always supported me. A fourth I wasn’t certain of until this moment.

Four. One short.

“Abstentions?”

Three hands rise. Council members who won’t commit either way. Fence-sitters who’d rather watch the wind before choosing a direction.

The vote fails. Barely. But it fails.

“The motion does not carry.” Elder Vera’s voice is calm, but I catch the hint of satisfaction underneath. “Coven Leader Darkwater retains her position.”

Cordelia’s fury is barely contained. Her careful exterior has cracked, showing glimpses of the calculating predator underneath. She wanted me gone—needed me gone—before the investigation gets any closer to the truth.

Cordelia’s jaw works. No parting threat this time—just a look that promises consequences I haven’t imagined yet.

I leave the chamber with my head high and my magic stable.

Thornveil Apothecary is quiet when I return.

My apprentice has wisely made herself scarce, leaving only a hastily scrawled note: “Sunny says congratulations. Also, the entire town is talking. Berry’s bookshop keeps ‘finding’ romance novels with wolves on the covers and leaving them on my doorstep. I told her you don’t read romance. The bookshop seemed offended.”