Chapter 97: NEW TRADITIONS
Chapter 97: New Traditions
The hybrid child—who introduced themselves as River—had been taken to the healer’s quarters, their condition temporarily stabilized but far from cured.
Now, two days later, representatives from supernatural communities across the globe were arriving for what many were calling the most important ceremony in werewolf history.
"Seventy-three packs confirmed," Marcus reported, checking his list as another convoy of vehicles wound up the mountain road.
"Plus delegations from fifteen rogue communities that haven’t spoken to organized packs in decades." Liana watched from the ceremonial platform as wolves she’d only heard about in legends stepped onto their territory.
The Alpha of the Northern Ice Pack, whose wolves were said to be descended from ancient frost spirits.
The Luna of the Desert Runners, whose territory spanned three countries. Even representatives from the mysterious Shadow Pack, who rarely left their underground caverns.
"Nervous?" Kael asked, joining her at the platform’s edge. "Terrified," she admitted. "What if they think we’re just naive children playing at leadership?"
"Then they’d be wrong," Jace said, appearing on her other side. "What we’ve built here isn’t child’s play. It’s revolutionary." Rowan completed their circle, his calm presence steadying her racing heart.
"The connections we forged during the healing—they stretch farther than we realized. Some of these representatives felt the change from thousands of miles away."
As if to prove his point, a tall woman with intricate tattoos covering her arms approached the platform.
She moved with the fluid grace of someone who had never been anything but confident. "Guardian Luna," she said, her accent carrying hints of ancient languages.