Two weeks into the new year, Riley called a grand assembly.
Every pledged pack. Every territory. Representatives from across the land.
The throne room—Blake's old throne room—was packed.
Riley stood before them. Not on the throne. Beside it. With Grayson.
"We're here to build something new," she announced. "A system where all wolves matter. Where power comes with responsibility. Where leaders serve, not rule."
She outlined her vision. A council of representatives. Elected by their packs. No more hereditary power—except for the Solstice Queen herself.
"I know this is radical," Riley said. "Unprecedented. But the old ways failed. They created oppression. Suffering. It's time for change."
Some wolves cheered. Others looked uncertain.
One Alpha stood. Old. Traditional. "This is madness
