The change of seasons in the Shadowfall Domain always brought a crisp, invigorating vitality to the high mountain pass.
As four years turned into five, the Neutral Alliance expanded its reach across two new continental borders, solidifying a coalition that permanently balanced the military dominance of the northern packs with strict humanitarian and economic accords.
I stood before the floor-to-ceiling glass wall of my private sanctuary in the Envoy Tower. The sun was rising, casting long amber rays over the sprawling campus of the newly opened High Sovereign Academy—an institution dedicated to housing and educating orphaned and gifted young lycans from every territory, completely free from pack politics or systemic neglect.
I smoothed down the sleeves of my dark emerald gown, the silve
