The Alpha's signet rested across the Elder's outstretched palms. Every wolf watched me in silence. Their eyes moved between the true Luna, the failing heartstone, and the silver in his hands.
I descended from the altar, passed Derrick's folded body, and stopped before the kneeling Elder.
The silver felt cold and heavy in my hand. Power stirred inside the old carving, waiting for the true bloodline. A long breath of relief moved through the crowd.
I raised the signet so everyone could see it, then closed both hands around the silver.
It snapped between my palms with a sharp c***k. I dropped the two jagged pieces onto the cobblestones. They rang once and lay still.
The Head Elder stared at them.
“I will not save you. Fiona poisoned this pack with lies, and all of you chose to believe h
