Erick
The throne room had not felt this heavy in years.
The throne room of Blackthorn had always been a sacred place, a seat of judgment, of law, of unity.
When I ordered the guards to open its grand doors to all of Blackthorn, I knew whispers would spread like fire across dry leaves.
I asked my guards to spread the news through the castle halls and out into the courtyard, into the streets beyond, where my wolves and those sworn to my banner gathered.
“By decree of the Alpha King, all members of Blackthorn are summoned to the throne room. Elders, warriors, citizens, none are excluded. All eight packs under the King’s supreme rule are invited to bear witness.”
The declaration rang with finality. This was no private matter, no dispute tucked behind closed doors. What had festered in
