"Madness of an Ancient Alpha Wolf can drag an entire Kingdom into treachery."
ALARIC VAYNE POV
The Grand Hall was no longer a place of governance; it was a theater of war; its audience filled with both loyal shields and hidden knives. I stood on the dais, my entire being radiating the absolute authority of the Alpha King. The morning light was cold, reflecting off the steel of the Elite Wolf guard flanking the council area.
To my immediate right stood Luna Seraphine, the She-Alpha whose hand in marriage was the Northern Kingdom's most coveted political alliance. Her expression was granite regal, serious, and a powerful symbol of stability. Behind her stood her personal guard: Darian Frostmoor, the massive shield; Gideon Stormclaw, the powerhouse; and the silent, watchful Valehart Nyra. Their presence was a vital, non-verbal declaration that the Western Alliance was firm.
