Three days after the final operations, Sera stood before the Regional Council. Not the compromised council that had existed before—a new assembly of verified, uncompromised wolves representing every major territory.
The council filled the chamber. Alphas. Healers. Enforcers. Families of victims. Press recording everything. This wasn’t a closed session. This was public accounting.
“Alpha Sera Blackwood,” the interim council chair said. “You’ve been called to provide testimony regarding the network’s dismantling. Begin.”
Sera stood. “Six weeks ago, we discovered that my beta had been running a bonding research facility beneath Silvercrest territory. Investigation revealed a conspiracy spanning two centuries, six continents, and involving thirty-seven members of this council.”
Murmurs rip
