In the midst of the chaos, something extraordinary began to happen. The birthmarks on every marked wolf in the room—mine, Kieran's, Remy's, Trinity's, Velma's, Jenny's, Elijah's, Riley's, and the three newcomers'—began to glow with a soft silver light. Not threatening, not dramatic, but unmistakable.
"The Convergence," Velma's voice cut through the noise. "This is what the ancient texts truly speak of. Not contagion, not corruption, but connection. When marked wolves gather in peace and common purpose, their abilities amplify—not to threaten, but to protect."
The Council chambers fell silent as all eyes fixed on the gentle illumination emanating from our marks. Even Victoria seemed momentarily stunned into silence.
Trinity stepped forward then, her small hand finding mine as she gazed u
