Kane stood before the largest gathering of werewolf leaders in over a century. The ancient amphitheater in the heart of Silver Moon territory had been carved from living rock by the first werewolf settlers, and tonight it held representatives from forty-three packs across North America. The air buzzed with nervous energy as Alphas who normally guarded their territories jealously sat together in uneasy alliance.
"Brothers and sisters," Kane began, his voice carrying across the stone circle without need for amplification. "Three days ago, many of you came here demanding answers about Luna Silvermoon's transformation. Tonight, I have those answers."
Murmurs rippled through the assembled Alphas. Some looked skeptical, others curious, and a few openly hostile. Marcus Ironwood of the Northern
