MYRA
I had seen a lot in twelve years.
Challengers arriving with violence in mind and leaving without their pride.
Council sessions that ended in bloodshed – one, memorably, that ended with a marble table in pieces and two Alphas requiring the attention of healers.
Wolves from three continents walking into the Tower like they owned it and walking out with a very different understanding of the situation.
I had watched the Apex dismantle men twice his size using nothing but words and the particular quality of his silence.
Had watched him negotiate trade agreements that shifted the balance of entire territories without raising his voice once.
Had watched him walk into rooms where the air was thick with aggression and leave them with every wolf in the room quietly, completely certai
