THIRD PERSON
The clearing feels different this time.
Heavier.
Charged with something colder than open hostility.
Authority.
The Council does not leave.
They do not retreat.
They take position.
Like they own the ground beneath their feet.
At the center, Alpha Scavia stands unmoved.
His mate and Luna, Elara stands beside him.
She's silently watching.
The bond between them hums low, tense, aware.
“You’ve made your position clear,” one council elder says, voice sharp enough to cut. “Now we will make ours.”
The air stills.
Wolves shift uneasily around the edges of the clearing.
Because this- this is no longer a disagreement.
This is judgment!
“You stand accused of unlawful annexation,” another elder continues. “And destabilizing regional balance.”
A pause.
Then-
“We demand
