Sylvia Fenris' POVRosalind spread the documents across the war table with the careful reverence of someone handling something sacred, and in a way, I suppose she was. These were the last true words of people who had died trying to speak them."Twenty-two years ago," she began, "the Crescent Moon Clan was ruled by an elder council of four, not one Alpha alone. Your father, Rand, was the youngest of them, barely old enough to hold a seat at all, placed there more as a formality than out of any real trust in his judgment yet."Rand's face had gone pale, but he did not interrupt."The other three were respected, careful leaders. Alpha Weylan, who favored diplomacy with the neighboring Clans. Alpha Cressida, the first female Alpha this dynasty had ever recognized, deeply loved by her people. And Alpha Ambrose, an old fri
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