Mary Ann’s POV
The garden did not look like a place where treaties were signed.
That was the first thing I noticed.
There was no raised throne.
No giant Ironclaw banner behind the altar.
No Nightveil crown waiting on a cushion.
No Mooncrest council seated in a position of honor above everyone else.
Instead, the three pack symbols appeared quietly around the garden.
Ironclaw’s black wolf.
Mooncrest’s silver crescent.
Nightveil’s midnight branch.
Equal.
Separate.
None larger than the others.
Exactly as I wanted.
And everywhere, there were wildflowers.
So many wildflowers.
Purple moonbells from Mooncrest.
Silverleaf blossoms from Nightveil.
White forest flowers gathered by Ironclaw children.
The combination created a scent so familiar that I stopped near the entrance and l
