Let them try–2
Silence followed that.
+35 Points
Not uncomfortable. The silence of seven wolves absorbing something and deciding whether
to push further.
Aldric didn’t push.
He simply nodded once, slowly, the nod of a man who had understood something and filed it
correctly.
“Then we prepare,” he said.
“Yes,” I said.
“For challenges.”
“For whatever comes,” I said. “Wraithbone doesn’t respond to pressure by moving faster than it should. We hold our position. We make clear what she is and what that means. We let anyone who wants to test it understand exactly what they’re testing.”
Coren looked at me. “And if someone moves against her directly?”
I held her gaze.
“Then they find out what it means to move against the Alpha King’s mate,” I said. “And against a Celestial wolf.”
The table absorbed that.
Nobody asked anything further.
Pryor stepped forward from the wall.
“There’s one more matter,” he said.
I looked at him.
“Three territorial leaders have already sent correspondence since our return.” He set the letters on the table in front of me. “All three are requesting formal confirmation of the mate bond. Two are requesting details about the Celestial wolf claim specifically.”
I looked at the letters without picking them up.
“Who sent them,” I said.
Let them ary–2
+25 Points
“Alpha Caden of Ironfield. Alpha Voss of Coldmere.” Pryor paused. “And the High Council of
the Eastern Territories.”
The room changed at that last name.
Not dramatically. Just a shift in the quality of the attention around the table. The High Council of the Eastern Territories didn’t send correspondence without reason and their
reasons were never simple.
“What does the High Council of the Eastern Territories wants,” Aldric said.
“A formal audience,” Pryor said. “Within thirty days.”
I looked at the letters for a moment.
Then I picked them up and read each one in turn. The first two were what I expected, territorial leaders responding to information they’d received and wanting confirmation before they decided what position to take. Standard political movement. Manageable.
The third was different.
The High Council’s language was careful the way language was careful when it was being precise on purpose. They didn’t question the mate bond. They didn’t challenge the Celestial wolf claim. They simply requested a formal audience to discuss the implications of the old laws being invoked for the first time in three centuries.
I set the letters down.
“Tell Alpha Caden and Alpha Voss that the bond is confirmed and the Celestial wolf claim is documented and verified by Wraithbone’s head healer,” I said. “Tell the High Council I’ll receive them in thirty days.”
Aldric looked at the letters on the table before looking back at me.
“Thirty days is not much time,” he said.
“It’s enough,” I said.
“The High Council will come with questions about the mark,” he said. “They’ll want to know when it will be given. They’ll frame it as a matter of territorial stability.”
“They can frame it however they want,” I said.
“And your answer?”
I looked at him.
Let me try–2
+25 Points
“My answer is the same answer I gave this council an hour ago,” I said. “It happens when she chooses it. Not before. Not because external pressure has decided the timeline matters
more than she does.”
Aldric held my gaze for a long moment.
Then he nodded once.
“I’ll have a draft response to the High Council on your desk by tomorrow,” he said.
“Good,” I said.
He gathered his documents and stood and the rest of the council followed and the room emptied around me and I sat alone with the three letters on the table in front of me and thought about a woman somewhere in the pack house who didn’t yet know that the world had already started paying attention to what she was.
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