Silvercrest was alive with movement. The hum of voices, the clang of metal, and the shuffle of boots across stone created a rhythm—a heartbeat of a realm being reborn.
In the central hall, banners of each allied pack had been raised side by side. Sapphire, emerald, bronze, and crimson silk caught the breeze from open windows, dancing like tongues of fire and light.
Today was the Ratification of the Moonfire Charter—the final binding step in the unity Evelyn had carved through blood and sacrifice. She stood at the head of the grand council table, dressed in midnight blue armor adorned with moonstone inlays, her silver cloak trailing behind her like starlight on water. Beside her, Ronan stood tall, dressed in ceremonial garb, his presence steady and protective.
One by one, the alphas appr
