Elena
*****Late Morning — The Great Hall of New Silverfang*****
New Silverfang no longer smelled like smoke and blood.
It smelled like fresh stone, pinewood beams, and the faint trace of morning rain that had washed the courtyard clean before dawn. Sunlight poured through tall arched windows, striking banners that hadn’t existed a year ago, silver and deep blue, stitched with symbols of unity instead of dominance.
I stood at the edge of the Great Hall, calm in a way I once thought impossible.
This place didn’t feel foreign anymore.
It felt earned.
The hall was already full. Alphas, Betas, pack leaders, rogues, elders, and even humans sat together without chains or barriers. No one stood higher than another.
No cages. No raised execution platform. Only a single stone dais at the cen
