(kealen)
The elder council meets in the great hall on the first Sunday of the month, and Theron tells me about the announcement two days before he makes it, sitting across from me at the kitchen island with his coffee going cold the way it does when something is actually weighing on him.
"I want to formalize it," he says. "Co-Alpha standing. Equal authority in pack governance. Not symbolic."
I look at him.
"You're already doing the work," he says. "You led the Aldenvale defense. You handled the eastern attack. You took down a faction leader with your bare hands in our nursery four months pregnant." He holds my gaze. "The title should match what's already true."
"Some of the elders will object," I say.
"Some of the elders will object," he agrees.
I think about it for exactly as long
