The chamber had never been this full.Word had spread faster than ink could dry: the first full session of the New Council, where the laws of wolves and men alike would be redrawn. Every Alpha, Regent, and Scribe who could travel within three days’ ride had gathered under the great dome.The former packs' banners were vanished, replaced with the one emblem she had created herself: two wolves, one silver and one black, embracing the moon with their heads bent together. It was intended to represent solidarity. Some whispered it was a symbol of her and Draven.With her palms resting softly on the council table's carved stone, Elaria stood at the dais. Kairis stood quietly poised behind her, staff anchored like an anchor. To her right, Draven—no longer in his old armor, but in a formal mantle of dark silk, his presence commanding even in stillness.When Elaria raised her hand, the murmurs died.“Let this first council of the New Age come to order.”The words carried through the chamber, e
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