Amelia’s POV
The summons arrived at dawn.
Thick cream parchment sealed with black wax and the council’s ancient sigil—a stylized wolf head encircled by thorned vines. No envelope. No courier. Just the envelope placed silently on the porch railing sometime between moonset and sunrise, as though the night itself had delivered it.
I found it when I stepped outside to water the herbs in the kitchen window boxes. The air was cool, dew still clinging to the grass. I broke the seal with trembling fingers.
Formal Summons – Pack Council of the Mid-Atlantic Territories
Alphas Chase Hudson and Dmitri Volkov are hereby required to appear before the Council on the night of the next full moon at the Neutral Grounds Lodge, coordinates attached.
Purpose: Adjudication of territorial dispute, allegation
