Three Alphas, One Luna
Inside the council hall, stone floors, torches flaring, maps laid across a long oaken table, I welcomed them: “Alpha Mira, Alpha Gover, Alpha Sorin, thank you for coming. We gather not to show might, but goodwill.”
Mira inclined her head. Gover’s expression was closed; Riverbend’s Alpha Sorin stood eager, steely.
I gestured for my sons. “These are my sons, my first allies. They fought beside me, bled beside me. And this”I nodded to Leila“is our Luna. She is the heart of Crimson Moon now.”
The hall stirred.
Sorin bowed, soft. “It is an honor, Alpha Orion.”
Mira smiled kindly. Gover nodded curtly. I sensed he wondered if the peace was real and if it would hold.
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