Ivy's POV
The Agora was magnificent beyond words. The natural stone formation resembled an ancient amphitheater, with jagged rocks creating a staggered descent toward the central floor. Pack members were already filling the space, finding seats among the stone steps that nature had carved over countless centuries. A winding path spiraled down the crater's wall, leading to the focal point at the bottom where two thrones stood—one larger than the other, clearly designated for the Alpha and Luna.
As my father and I made our way down the path, I felt something primal stir within me. This place was sacred, the very birthplace of our kind. Ancient power seemed to emanate from the earth itself, wrapping around everyone present. The surrounding trees curved outward, creating a perfect opening for both sun and moon to cast their light upon the gathered wolves. There was no denying it—this was hallowed ground where destinies would be decided.
