Kael’s POV
The council hall stood as imposing as ever, its towering walls filled with the whispers of past rulers. The moment I stepped inside, silence rippled through the room. Every leader present knew what this meeting was about, yet none dared to speak first. Their gazes followed me as I strode to my seat at the head of the table—a position I had earned, not inherited.
"Lycan King," Elder Aldric greeted, his voice heavy with respect. "The council awaits your word."
I took my seat, my golden eyes sweeping across the gathered leaders. The elder council sat on one side, their faces etched with age and experience. On the other sat the alphas of the dominant clans—the ones who ruled their respective territories with iron fists. Most were here to keep order. But three among them—Ironclaw,
