Erick
The council chamber was heavy with voices, as I stepped inside.
The air was thick with the scent of peace and acceptance as Eight Alphas sat around the long oak table, each speaking in turn, their words measured but laced with the pride of their packs.
We were discussing development across Blackthorn trade routes between the southern coasts and the mountain tribes, distribution of resources, and the training reforms for younger wolves who would one day defend this kingdom.
Normally, my mind would be fixed entirely on the matters at hand. The kingdom’s stability required every ounce of precision.
But tonight… something shifted.
A sharp ding cut through the drone of the discussions.
At first, I ignored it.
Phones had no place in the council chamber, not when Alphas were gat
