The headlines hit before we even landed.
“Silverpaw Inserts Reform into Lycan Oath.”
“Court Divided After Luna Forces Amendment.”
“Justice Clause Sparks Noble Backlash.”
Ezra didn’t need to show me his phone. I could feel it through the bond—tension building like pressure before a storm.
“They’re not celebrating,” I said quietly as the estate came into view below us.
“No,” he replied. “They’re reorganizing.”
The justice clause had seemed small in the moment. A single word added to an oath.
But in a structure that had not meaningfully changed in centuries, one word was seismic.
By the time we arrived at the estate, Catherine and Morgan were waiting in the conference room.
“Volkov’s faction is consolidating,” Morgan began without preamble. “Not Konstantin. The other branch. Henrik’
