Thoren
By midmorning the city had stopped pretending this was an ordinary day.
The square outside the palace had transformed into something closer to a festival than a royal ceremony. Every street feeding into the plaza was crowded, the flow of people steady enough that the outer patrols had long since stopped trying to keep the walkways perfectly clear. Instead they simply guided the movement, allowing the gathering to expand naturally into the adjoining roads.
From the balcony outside the council chamber, I could see nearly the entire square.
And it was full.
Wolves and Lycans stood shoulder to shoulder in a way that would have been unthinkable only months ago. Some groups mixed easily, laughing over cups of coffee or food purchased from the vendor carts lining the streets. Others k
