The fall of the High Council beneath the granite peaks of the Swiss Alps had left the global supernatural underworld without an anchor. Within forty-eight hours of the elders' silent eradication, the panic that had once been confined to minor territorial border clans transformed into a structural, worldwide surrender. The old stone thrones in Europe were empty, their ancient seals dissolved into gray ash, and the remaining packhouses across the continents suddenly realized they were standing completely unprotected under a sky that no longer belonged to the Alphas.
In response to this global vacuum of power, Alpha Devandra did not wait for the minor territories to fracture into reckless civil wars. Acting as the ultimate, iron-fisted proxy for the Brooklyn capital, he issued a universal ma
