The scent of ash and blood clung to Phoenix long after the fire that consumed her coven. She survived—barely—and for ten years, she trained, plotted, and sharpened her magic into a blade. Now, she walks into the Supernatural Council’s Grand Hall not as a fugitive, but as a claimant: the last true Phoenix, here to reclaim her coven’s seat and name. But the instant she steps onto the obsidian floor, the air crackles. A deep, animal growl echoes through the chamber—not from the guards, but from Kae