The next three days passed in a blur of preparation and mounting tension.
The pack house became a war room. Victoria spread documents across every available surface- medical records, testimonies, photographs of injuries, Council precedents dating back decades. Dr. Sarah worked alongside her, meticulously documenting each case of abuse we'd treated, each life we'd saved.
I found myself in the medical building on the second day, helping Sarah organize files. Riley sat nearby, her hands trembling as she held her own medical report.
"What happens if they shut us down?" she asked quietly. "Where do we go?"
Kai looked up from across the room, his face pale. "Back to them. That's what happens. The Council will say we have to return to our original packs."
"I can't." Riley's voice broke. "I c
