The chandeliers blazed like captured stars above the packed hall, and every eye turned to me as the weight of a thousand howls settled on my shoulders."Damien, this is it," Avery whispered from her seat on the double throne, her hand brushing mine. "They are all watching. Say something that binds them."I stood slowly, the heavy crown hovering in the elder's hands. "Packs of the united front, hear me. The old divisions die tonight. High Elders gone, syndicate scattered. We stand as one, or we fall separate. Who pledges to the new order?"A roar surged from the floor. Jax stepped forward first, chest out, uniform crisp. "I pledge, Sovereign. My blades are yours. Avery's commanders stay loyal. No more lone wolves."Ezra nodded beside him, his one good eye scanning the crowd. "Same here. Tech and muscle, both yours. We disarmed hell together. This crown fits you, Damien. But it needs her beside it."Avery smiled, leaning
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