MINE IN EVERY LIFETIME
Chapter Forty one — The Table
The transition council met for the first time on a Thursday.
No ceremony. No platform. No ranked wolves deciding things for people who were not in the room.
Just eleven common rank wolves at a long table looking at Mara like she was the first person who had ever asked them to sit down.
She looked back at all of them.
"None of you were supposed to be here," she said quietly. "Not according to the system that existed last week." She paused. "That system is over. So let us build something worth replacing it with."
Corvin put both hands flat on the table.
"Good," he said. "Let us start."
They worked for four hours.
Real work. Disagreements. Revisions. One moment where two of the eleven almost came to blows over rank insignia before
