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The message arrived in the Royal Capital on the wings of a storm.
It came not by courier, not by communication crystal, not by any of the standard diplomatic channels that the Twelve Western Packs and the Central Kingdom had established over centuries of cautious coexistence. It came on the wind itself - a pulse of power so vast, so ancient, so unmistakably other that every wolf in the capital felt it simultaneously, regardless of rank or bloodline.
Alphas dropped to their knees. Betas clutched their chests, gasping for air. Omegas curled into fetal positions, their inner wolves whining in terrified submission to a presence they had been taught existed only in legends.
In the Crystal Hall, where the remnants of the Moon Goddess Banquet still littered the tables, Pri
