The summit was over.But the world was far from quiet.

The last convoy left the Blackpine estate at dawn, tires crunching over gravel, banners pulled down, symbols stripped from armored SUVs. One by one, the elite wolves of the continent disappeared behind tinted glass—some with rage in their hearts, others with uncertainty. A few with something dangerously close to awe.

Daisy watched them from the surveillance feed in the command room. Her leather jacket creaked as she crossed her arms. She ...