The forest fell silent as Aurora's challenge echoed through the trees. For a heartbeat, nothing moved—even the night creatures held their breath.
Then a tall figure emerged from the shadows, carrying the gleaming Silver Banner. The moonlight revealed his face: stern, weathered, with eyes that had seen countless battles.
"I am Thorin, Voice of the High Alpha Council," he announced, his deep voice carrying easily across the clearing. "We do not seek war, Moonborn. We seek answers."
Aurora's hand tightened around the Fang. Its pulse matched her racing heart. "Then ask your questions without threats, Thorin."
Elias stepped beside her, his shoulder brushing hers in silent support. Dante and his warriors formed a protective semicircle behind them.
Thorin's gaze swept over the assembled group—traditional pack wolves standing alongside Dante's rogues. His eyebrows rose slightly.
