They stood on the parapets of Whitefang Keep, overlooking the valleys where wolves once fought and bled.
The air was quiet.
But history hung heavy.
Behind them, the Council awaited a verdict.
In front of them, two futures shimmered—equal in weight, opposite in cost.
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▌Path One: The Tragic Peace (BE)
Katherine wore white—plain, unmarked, ceremonial.
Damian stood beside her, not in armor, but in silence.
The assembled packs gathered below. No banners flew. No trumpets sounded.
Only the hush of expectation.
Katherine stepped forward.
“I once gave my bite in defiance," she said. “Then again, in love. And now, I give it back… for peace."
Gasps rippled.
Damian closed his eyes.
She turned to him, hand trembling, and pressed a kiss to the mark she once made.
Then she whispered,
