The Alpha Summit hadn’t been called in decades.
It required a blood offering, a full moon, and the presence of at least five reigning Alpha leaders. Ivy summoned ten.
They met in the ancient circle of the Moon Fang ruins—neutral ground etched in silver stone, once a temple, now a battlefield waiting to happen.
Ivy stood at the center, her flameborn mark hidden beneath her robes, her chin lifted high.
Kael stood beside her, as her mate.
Ember flanked the other side, silent—but tense.
The Alphas murmured, sizing Ivy up like a threat wrapped in silk.
Only Alpha Solen spoke first.
“You’ve taken the seal into yourself,” he said. “Are we meant to follow you… or fear you?”
Ivy didn’t hesitate. “Both—if needed.”
A growl rippled across the circle.
Alpha Brynna of the Iron Fang pack bared
