Mary Ann’s POV
The representatives of Ironclaw, Mooncrest, and Nightveil filled the council chamber before noon.
I stood at the center of the room beneath three banners.
Ironclaw’s black wolf hung behind the Alpha seats.
Mooncrest’s silver moon marked the eastern wall.
Nightveil’s dark crescent and crown had been carried in by the representatives who once served Cassius.
Three packs.
Three histories.
Three different claims upon my life.
The Moon Council occupied the raised seats at the far end of the chamber. The senior representative who had demanded that I choose my loyalty sat in the center with the restored Nightveil succession book open before him.
My parents stood with the Mooncrest delegation.
My mother wore no Nightveil symbols. She had chosen a pale blue Mooncrest gown,
