Third Person POV - Council Chambers
The grand council chamber was designed to intimidate anyone who saw it.
The vaulted ceilings stretched thirty feet high, supported by massive stone pillars carved with the names of every Alpha who had ever served.
A circular table dominated the center of the room, made from a single piece of ancient oak that was said to have witnessed the founding of the first pack.
Twelve high-backed chairs surrounded it…one for each council Elder.
Today, all twelve were occupied.
Elder Moira sat at the head, her silver hair pulled back severely, her face lined with age and authority. At seventy-three, she was the oldest living wolf in the territory, and her word carried more weight than most Alphas combined.
She tapped her gnarled fingers against the table, the
