Alpha Jackson Reynolds
The moment the Council of Elders and the Pack Council were dismissed, the celebratory high of our shared power evaporated, replaced by the heavy weight of immediate governance. The Elders were subdued, but their silent disapproval—manifesting in tight lips and averted eyes—was a promise of internal friction during the week ahead. That was a controllable problem. The external front, however, demanded immediate, undeniable action. The allied packs needed to be brought into lockstep.
I pulled Amethyst and the core planning team—Beta Ethan, Amethyst’s mother Gemma, and Elder Maeve—into the Alpha Study. The room, filled with the scent of ancient leather and polished mahogany, felt too small for the sheer magnitude of the decisions we were making. The divine essence that
