The chamber had never been this full.

Word had spread faster than ink could dry: the first full session of the New Council, where the laws of wolves and men alike would be redrawn. Every Alpha, Regent, and Scribe who could travel within three days’ ride had gathered under the great dome.

The former packs' banners were vanished, replaced with the one emblem she had created herself: two wolves, one silver and one black, embracing the moon with their heads bent together. It was intended to ...