Nyx
The broadcast starts before dawn. I don’t need to see it to know what they’re saying. The air itself feels poisoned, heavy with expectation and judgment. But the feed is everywhere. Streaming on wall screens, flickering across the skyline on holo-banners.
Whispering through the implants in every wolf-linked comm across the regions. My grandfather’s voice carries through the speakers like the echo of an old sermon. “Selene’s blessing was given to guide, not to wander unbound.”
He stands tall in the Council’s chamber. The same place I once stood to claim my title as Alpha. His silver hair gleams beneath the stage lights. His expression is carved from disappointment and control. He wears sorrow like its armor. As though he is somehow the victim.
Then Orion’s father steps forward besi
