Two years after the war, Sera stood in a university auditorium addressing two hundred young wolves. Students. The next generation.
“The conspiracy succeeded because we didn’t question authority,” she told them. “Because we trusted titles instead of actions. Because we chose comfort over vigilance.” She clicked to the next slide—images from the memorial garden. “Twenty-two wolves died because we failed to notice corruption growing in our midst.”
A hand raised. Young male, maybe twenty. “But you stopped it. Doesn’t that prove the system works?”
“It proves individuals can resist. It doesn’t prove the system works. The system allowed a two-century conspiracy to operate unchallenged. We need better systems.” Sera pulled up Silvercrest’s governance model. “Transparency. Oversight. Term limits
