(Winter’s POV)
Night had settled fully over the pack house, the kind of quiet that came only when most had already turned in and the halls had emptied of movement. Winter sat behind her desk, a single lamp casting steady light across the pages spread before her. Pack law.
Ember Soul’s structure, written in clean, precise lines meant to define order. She had read it before.
She knew it.
But now—now she read it differently.
Her eyes moved over the passages again, slower this time, not searching for meaning—but for truth. Authority granted to the Luna...by the Alpha. Her jaw tightened slightly. The words continued, the Alpha’s word is final. The Luna serves as balance—spiritual guidance, emotional anchor, a presence to steady the pack. Winter let out a short, sharp laugh under her breath
