The applause that filled the Grand Assembly Hall upon the conclusion of my address was not a mere polite gesture of diplomatic courtliness; it was a thunderous, reverberating wave that echoed off the white marble pillars and soared into the high vaulted arches.
Elders, Alphas, and high delegates from all four continental quadrants rose to their feet. The Cross-Border Medical Alliance Protocol—a proposal that would permanently prevent pack leaders from weaponizing medical resources or redirecting emergency care away from dependent children—had passed with unanimous approval.
I bowed my head slightly, maintaining the absolute, serene composure that had become my armor and my crown, before stepping down from the central podium.
As I walked back toward the Neutral Alliance delegation table,
