The meeting in Alpha Brown's hall ended without a real
goodbye.
Warriors led the trembling journalist away.
Others moved Samantha and Iris toward waiting cars, their protests fading down the
corridor.
Elders murmured to each other in corners.
Luna Victoria sat very still, one hand on Michael's shoulder, fingers dug in just a little
too hard.
Sylvia stood where she was, feeling like the eye of a storm that had finally started to
spin away from her instead of toward her.
Adam touched her elbow lightly.
“Come on," he said.
“We're done here." “For now," Alpha Brown said quickly.
“Your Majesty, about the…punishments, the exile—" “You'll send me written details," Adam
said without looking back.
“Before midnight.
I'll confirm them or correct them." Alpha Brown bowed his head.
“Ye
