"Does my father know this?" Magnus asks, running a hand through his wheat-colored hair.
"I doubt it," Dorothy replies. "The Silver Crest Alpha has been very careful to control his daughter's image during official pack functions. She only shows her real self online, where most of the older wolves never look."
Ethan begins to pace the small studio, his tactical mind already working through the implications. "This could be useful," he murmurs, "but it doesn't solve everything. The Elders could just find another pack to align with if Silver Crest doesn't work out."
Outside the studio, the night has fully settled over the pack grounds. Stars pierce the velvet darkness, and the crescent moon casts silver light across the territory. In his office, Alpha Victor feels a strange shift in the pack
