The clearing remained unnaturally still. The wards continued their low hum, responding to the bond like a heartbeat beneath the earth—steady, undeniable. No one could pretend anymore that this was theory. The eldest Crescent Moon elder stepped forward first, staff planted firmly in the stone. “We will hear proposals,” he said. “From both packs.” The words themselves caused a ripple of tension. This had never been done. A Red Moon elder moved immediately, robes dark against the lightened stone. “Red Moon proposes containment,” she said calmly. “The bond is acknowledged, but territorial magic must be restricted. Mikaela remains Crescent Moon. Rhys returns to Red Moon. The bond becomes symbolic—not authoritative.” A sharp laugh cut through the crowd. “That’s severance in disguise,” C

