Modric’s POV
By the next morning, Mary Ann’s hearing no longer belonged to the High Moon Council.
It belonged to everyone.
News of her testimony had spread across the territories. By sunrise, copies had reached Ironclaw. By midmorning, Nightveil released its council declaration. Before noon, Mooncrest’s women’s councils submitted a formal statement to the imperial registry.
By afternoon, packs with no connection to us were arguing about hereditary Alpha power.
The Council had tried to place one woman’s marriage under review.
Instead, they had started a political movement.
Kylian dropped another stack of letters onto the table in our temporary residence.
“That is the third delivery.”
“From where?”
“Ironclaw.”
I stared at the pile.
“All of it?”
“Yes.”
Mary Ann sat across the ro
