The day of the marking ceremony arrived with a stillness that felt almost sacred.
From the very first light of dawn, Black Howler Pack moved with quiet purpose. The usual noise of training grounds and daily routines was subdued, replaced by a respectful calm that settled over the entire territory.
Even the wind seemed to carry reverence.
Diana stood near the large window of her suite, watching as pack members gathered in the grounds below. The space had been transformed.
At the center stood a raised stone platform—ancient, carved with markings of past Alpha Kings and Luna Queens. Surrounding it were banners bearing the crest of Black Howler, their deep colors moving gently with the morning breeze.
Beyond that—
Rows of wolves.
Pack members.
Warriors.
Allied leaders.
Every eye woul
