My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 470

Chapter 470: Chapter 470 CALAMITY WOLF

SERAPHINA’S POV

The alliance meeting started three hours after Marcus’ interview.

Three hours of chaos.

Three hours of headlines mutating faster than anyone could contain them.

Three hours of watching the world decide what I was before I’d even spoken.

By the time I entered Nightfang’s council chamber, the tension hung so heavy in the air it pressed against my chest, dense enough to choke on.

Nobody rose when I walked in.

Not because of disrespect.

Because every Alpha in the room was too distracted staring at the screens mounted along the far wall.

The words ’Silver Wolf’ crawled endlessly across the bottoms of screens.

News anchors droned on, faces tense with urgency and what looked like excitement.

Territory broadcasts commanded attention, each flashing banners and warnings.

Human commentators discussed ancient werewolf myths as if they were suddenly geopolitical threats.

Some looked fascinated.

Some terrified.

Some...hungry.

That last one unsettled me most.

Kieran pulled out the chair beside him as I approached. His hand brushed against my lower back as I sat, grounding me for half a second before the noise swallowed the room again.

“They’re digging through historical records,” Ethan muttered from across the table. “Half the internet thinks silver wolves are divine protectors. The other half thinks Sera’s going to start eating civilians under the full moon.”

“Naïve of them to think I need the moon to be full,” I said dryly.

A few strained laughs escaped around the room.

Not many. Nobody here was relaxed enough for humor to land properly.

Corin leaned back in his chair near the far end of the table, fingers steepled beneath his chin as he watched another broadcast.

“They’re afraid of uncertainty,” he said calmly. “Rogues can be explained. Understood. But the unknown? The mythical? People will always fear the bogeyman more than the man standing in plain sight with a gun.”

That hit too close to the truth.

Marcus had stripped down my identity. I was no longer Seraphina.

I was the silver wolf now, an ancient, mythical predator.

And people flinched from legends more easily than from any blade or bullet.

Alpha Idris exhaled sharply. “We need to counter this immediately.”

“With what?” Alpha Callister asked. “Statements?”

“We release more evidence against Marcus.”

“We already did.”

“Not enough.”

“You think a bunch of documents and pictures are going to distract the public from mass hysteria?”

The meeting spiraled quickly after that.

Arguments overlapped.

Suggestions collided.

Someone proposed releasing footage from the rogue attacks.

Another suggested publicly displaying captured wolfsbane shipments.

Alpha Mirek wanted Aaron to be brought before the cameras immediately.

That one made the room hesitate.

Aaron, the living proof. A victim of Catherine’s experiments standing alive inside Nightfang territory.

Mirek folded his arms. “His testimony would devastate Marcus publicly.”

“Assuming the public believes him,” Alpha Helen countered sharply.

“Sera managed to convince us,” Callister said. “She could convince the public, too.”

At that, silence settled more heavily across the room.

Because everyone knew what that implied.

It wasn’t just about showing the world exactly what Catherine and Marcus had done; it involved stepping forward and embracing the narrative Marcus had put forward.

That I was different, that I had inexplicable powers. That I could go inside someone’s mind and pull out their deepest, darkest horrors.

On the one hand, it could help our cause. On the other hand, it could just as easily cement my new identity as a monster.

Kieran’s jaw tightened beside me.

“We don’t parade victims around like political props,” he said coldly. “And we definitely won’t be parading Sera’s powers like she’s a monkey in a circus.”

“I’m not suggesting exploitation,” Callister argued. “I’m just saying—”

“Aaron barely survived what they did to him,” Kieran cut him off. “He’s off limits, and that’s final.”

Nobody spoke after that. Despite the tension, no one wanted to openly challenge Kieran when he sounded like that.

Still, the idea lingered in the room.

Because strategically, it made sense.

Expose the horrors publicly.

Force outrage.

Destroy Marcus’s credibility.

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