Emma’s POV
Crystal chandeliers glitter above the grand hall, casting a warm glow across centuries-old tapestries depicting wolf battles and treaties.
Nightforge organized this summit, and every detail screams our pack’s strength; from the decorations, the banners, the huge nightforge crest hammered above the main doors.
The entire day unfolded inside the lodge’s vast great hall. The morning began with the Rite of Salt and Blade: each Alpha steps forward, cuts their palm, and lets a single drop of blood fall into a silver bowl of salt water while swearing continued peace. I watched Richard go first, his cut clean, blood bright against his skin, voice steady as he spoke the old words. I was so proud of him.
After that came the gift exchange. Every pack laid their offering at the foot
