Aria’s POV
Pack law votes at dawn.
Because wolves are dramatic. And because Elder Thom said “decisions made before coffee are the most honest.”
The Great Hall is different today. No muffins. No pups. Just 20 ranked wolves, a stone table, and me in clean scrubs with Jax’s blood still under my nails.
Metaphorical. Mostly.
Kieran is at the head. Not in his crown. In black Henley and jeans. He looks like a man, not a king. That’s worse. Kings are predictable. Men who wash your scalpel and kneel in infirmaries are not.
“Proposal,” Ryker calls. He’s standing. Beta position. “Aria’s Law. Omega Shelter and Medical Initiative. Blackwood territory.
“Vote.”
Mara goes first. “Healer’s Council votes yes. We’ve lost 14 omegas in labor in 10 years. Fourteen. Because they were scar
