POV: Alpha Jackson Reynolds
The sound of the Whispering Pines had changed. For centuries, it was a song of mourning, but today, it has been drowned out by the industrious roar of the new North. The Great Hall was a hive of activity. Alpha Jessie, my Royal Beta Caleb, and my Royal Gamma Mark were stationed at various points across the ruins, coordinating with the Ironwood masonry crews and the Shadowmere tech-integrators, along with Diamond Moon Warriors who came with us.
We weren't just stacking stones; we were weaving a nervous system into the mountain.
"Careful with those seismic anchors!" Caleb bellowed, his voice echoing off the skeletal arches of the ceiling. "If we compromise the bedrock, the whole mountain wing loses its seal."
I stood on the raised dais where the High King’s th
