The hall of the Lunar Keep was silent, the air thick with tension as Kaelin stood before the assembled Alphas, Elders, and nobles of the Five Packs. Her voice echoed off the marble walls, clear and strong, as she delivered the account of the m******e in the North and the rising signs of the prophecy they had all feared would come to pass.
She didn’t waver.
Not when the Blackfang Elder growled at her audacity. Not when the Riverhowl representative sneered at her lineage. And not when Theron, towering behind her like a storm on the verge of breaking, remained silent, letting her speak for them both.
“You ask for proof?” she challenged, raising the burned scroll she had found in the ruins of the northern watchtower. “This is written in Old Tongue. The Flameborn are not just a myth. They ar
