Alexander POV
I knew they were going to pull this stunt the moment I saw the Elders gather behind closed doors, robes brushing marble, mouths too tight to be harmless.
They called it a “Vote for Preservation.” I called it betrayal.
The Grand Hall was packed. Every able-bodied wolf was present—ranked, unranked, those on patrol who’d barely returned from the borders, even the ones who barely gave a damn about politics. And I could feel it—division humming in the air like a storm waiting to shatter a tree.
I stood alone at the front, the flame-marked Alpha whose choices were now under scrutiny.
They wanted blood.
"Let it be clear," Elder Branor began, his voice ancient and deliberate, "this vote does not come from malice but from concern. The Luna... she is not like us. She holds powers
