Mary Ann’s POV
I read the imperial decree three times.
The words did not become less ridiculous.
They only became more dangerous.
I stood near the window of the private Nightveil chamber with the parchment open between my hands while the Moon Council envoy waited several feet away. Modric remained beside the table, silent only because I had not yet finished reading.
The decree bore seven seals.
Seven.
Not one regional council.
Not one offended elder.
The High Moon Council itself.
I read the central charge again.
Unlawful concentration of political influence across three recognized pack territories.
Ironclaw.
Mooncrest.
Nightveil.
My jaw tightened.
I moved to the next paragraph.
According to the Council, my position as Ironclaw’s Luna, my blood relationship to Mooncrest’s r
