POV: Araya
Lucian's power finally releases its hold. The crushing weight of Lycan authority lifts, allowing the assembled wolves to breathe again.
Araya rises slowly, her legs trembling. Ronan pushes himself up, his expression a mix of awe and concern. Jasper remains on the ground, too weak to stand without help.
Lucian's silver eyes dim slightly, the infant exhausted from the display of power. Lyra rushes forward and scoops him up, retreating to safety.
The clearing remains silent. Tense. The conflict unresolved.
Then an old voice speaks from the crowd.
"There is a way to settle this."
Orin, the ancient elder, steps forward. His white fur catches the pale sunlight as he approaches the center of the clearing.
"An ancient Lycan trial," Orin continues. "One designed for exactly this
