They returned in the soft amber light of morning, River padding beside Thorn, his steps quiet but sure. As they neared the Crescent Moon clearing, a security wolf posted along the border raised his head and gave a low, urgent howl—three short calls and one long: the meeting bell for the elders.
Within minutes, six elders arrived at the outer hall. Alaric was already waiting at the head, his arms crossed, worry creasing his brow.
Thorn placed a hand gently on River’s shoulder. "He’s made his decision. He wishes to stay."
River looked at the circle of elders, his little hands balled at his sides. "River... stay. No go," he said firmly. "No hide. Not 'fraid."
A ripple of emotion passed through the gathered elders. Gale’s eyes shimmered. Clementine smiled faintly. But Rowan’s expression da
