Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 325

Chapter 325: Bring Him In

"Pull it out. Then put it back in," Darwin suggested.

The Old Boys Club exchanged knowing glances across the table. Ashfang. Duskwin. Redmoon. Grimscar. They had seen the map light for her. They had seen it light for him. It wasn’t that fucking complicated.

Nicholas lifted one hand.

The room went silent so fast it produced a vacuum. Forty-nine Alphas, their Betas, their Gammas, and every officer in the upper stands closed their mouths at the same exact second.

"The map answered my blood the way it answered my Luna’s. Draw your own conclusions. I’m moving to the agenda."

One sentence. The entire map debate, the sabotage accusation, the matebond interference theory, the hokey pokey, and Darwin’s blade angle all got buried in a single, unmarked grave and nobody was bringing flowers.

Renwick opened his eyes.

✦✦✦

Forty-five minutes. That’s all it took.

Nicholas ran the table the way tables were supposed to be run and every Alpha in the chamber felt the difference.

Brennan was introduced as the Master Mage of Shadowfell.

"There’s a limitation. The anchors are infrastructure. You still need a mage to activate a portal," Brennan explained. "But the anchors make it possible. That is step one."

Nicholas gave a nod to him. "Thank you, Brennan."

Brennan’s chest puffed so hard Damon had to put a hand on his shoulder to keep him from floating out of his seat.

"There we have it," Nicholas continued. "Step one. We get those up. No pack fights alone. No pack dies isolated because help was eight hundred miles away and running on foot."

Every small-territory Alpha in the room sat straighter.

Defense coordination followed. Intelligence sharing. Resource pooling. The relay network with Shadowfell wolves holding the spine. Every item Renwick had failed to close in two sessions, Nicholas closed in under an hour.

The agenda lived. Renwick stared at its breathing, functioning body like a man watching someone resuscitate the corpse he had pronounced dead and buried with full honors.

The chamber exhaled. The business was done. The agenda that had survived two assassination attempts and a hostage crisis was complete. Signed. Sealed. Delivered. Every Alpha had committed resources, intelligence, and territory access to a unified defense structure that hadn’t existed twelve hours ago.

The crown-wearing, continent-commanding competence on display made Renwick’s sessions look like a daycare dispute adjudicated by the dumbest parent in the carriage-pool lane.

Then Nicholas’s voice changed register.

"One more thing."

The room tightened. They had just spent forty-five minutes watching competence operate and the shift in tone communicated that competence was about to get ugly.

"Bring him in."

The words were calm because the man delivering them had moved past rage into something colder and more permanent, the quiet, structural certainty that justice was not optional and the man who had harmed his mate was going to understand that with his whole body before this session ended.

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