The Council didn't wait for an invitation.
Three days after the initial energy spike, a cavalcade of black SUVs rolled through the iron gates of the Blackwood estate. They bypassed the security checkpoints, flashing medallions that gave them jurisdiction over every pack in the hemisphere.
Fennigan stood on the front steps of the Pack House, his arms crossed, his face a mask of stone. Behind him stood Jax, Damon, and Elana.
Leela was inside, watching through the peephole. She felt calm—unnaturally so.
The frantic buzzing in her head was gone, replaced by the steady, heavy thrum of the earth beneath the foundation."Let them in," Leela whispered, her voice sounding older than her years. "They aren't here for me. They're here for Her."
The meeting took place in the Great Hall. The Council
