POV: Araya
The days following the council meeting are tense. Araya watches Lucian more closely now, seeing what the elders see.
Her son moves between the den and the council hall with ease that shouldn't be possible for a one-year-old. He sits quietly in the corner during important meetings, absorbing every word like a sponge.
"The southern packs are growing restless," a warrior reports during one such meeting. "They question whether a female Alpha can truly maintain order."
"Then perhaps a demonstration of strength is needed," Lucian's small voice pipes up from the corner.
The room goes silent. Every head turns toward the child.
"What did you say?" the warrior asks.
Lucian stands, walking to the map spread across the table. His small finger points to specific locations. "The restle
