The request arrived at 9:00 AM, buried in a stack of standard legal briefs.
Ethan was in his home office, scrolling through the recovering stock tickers, when Lucas walked in, holding a single sheet of paper like it was contagious.
"Alpha," Lucas said, his tone grim. "We received a formal communique from the firm representing Claire Johnson."
Ethan didn't look up. "Tell them if they want to sue for the bridal shop acquisition, they can get in line behind the SEC."
"It’s not a lawsuit," Lucas said. "It’s a request for a meeting. She’s invoking Article 7 of the Council Bylaws."
Ethan stopped scrolling. He looked up, his eyes narrowing. "Article 7? Amnesty for Whistleblowers?"
"She claims she has actionable intelligence regarding a threat to the Silverclaw Pack. She’s asking for a prote
