CHAPTER EIGHTY SIX - The Language Of Ancient Stars

Vulcan appeared at Lucas's other side, smoothly taking some of his weight. "Looking good, boss," he said with forced cheerfulness. "Shut up," Lucas muttered, but gratitude colored his tone. The council chamber hummed with tense energy as they entered. Alexander rose from his seat at the head of the long oak table, moving to support his son. "I've got him," he told Aria, guiding Lucas to his chair with paternal gentleness that belied his imposing figure. Morgana stood before the assembled pack leadership, ancient texts spread across the table. Her silver hair caught the light, eyes sharp with discovery. "The Binding Curse was designed to be unbreakable," she began without preamble. "But every spell has a pressure point, a way to redirect its energy." Emma leaned forward, her practical nature demanding solutions. "And you've found one?" "The curse binds blood to blood," Morgana explained, tapping a yellowed page covered in arcane symbols. "Kane to Blackwood. But if we can find som