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Caden and I stand at the head of the long table, shadows pooling behind our heels as the room quiets under the weight of our presence. He doesn’t need to raise his voice—his silence alone demands obedience. I place my hand on his forearm as I step forward, and his power rolls off him like a storm held barely in check. The air crackles with it.
“In light of tonight’s events,” I say, voice steady, “we propose a change—one that will alter the course of pack law as we know it.”
No one dares interrupt. Even Henry, glued to his seat by Caden’s earlier command, doesn’t twitch.
“The proposed law is simple: If a chosen mate discovers their fated one, they have the right to leave their chosen—without retaliation. And if they choose to stay with their chosen mate, then their fated has no righ
