Malrik POV
“Thank you, Alpha Vitale, for receiving us on such short notice,” Zebulon began, his voice even, yet every syllable carried the kind of gravity that commanded silence. “I won’t waste time circling the matter. There are two issues before us the one we have long whispered about, and another that arose only two days ago.”
He paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle before continuing.
“The first is not new. For years now, leadership has been concentrated among only three families. There have been calls to rotate the mantle of authority among all houses, to balance power.”
The words barely left him before low murmurs rippled through the hall, discontent rising in hushed waves. But before the room could splinter into chatter, Quillan was already on his feet. His voice cu
