POV: Araya
The council hall echoes with raised voices. Araya sits on the high seat, carved from mountain stone and draped with Direwolf pelts. Her throne. Won through blood and power.
She hates it some days.
"This is madness!" Alpha Kael slams his fist on the long table. "A child commands power none of us can match. What happens when he decides we're not worthy to rule our own packs?"
Murmurs ripple through the gathered Alphas. Twelve houses, all sworn to Araya's rule. All watching her now with varying degrees of fear and resentment.
Araya keeps her face calm. Shows nothing. Inside, her wolf paces, agitated by the challenge in the air.
"Lucian is training to control his power," Araya says. Her voice carries without shouting. "Not to use it against you."
"Today it's training." Alpha
