Nyx
The council chamber smells like smoke and old power. The walls are all polished stone and cold light panels. Modernized since the war but still reeking of ancient authority. The screens flicker with live feeds. Reporters waiting outside, drones circling overhead, hashtags already spinning before I’ve even spoken.
#UnmatedAlpha
#EclipseTrial
#FutureOfThePacks
They don’t even pretend it’s about leadership anymore. This is politics dressed as romance. Kaelen stands to my right. Calm, centered, the silent weight of loyalty. Orion at my left. Rigid, storm-eyed, jaw locked tight.
Between them, I am both goddess and target. Elder Varric begins, as he always does, with ceremony instead of reason. “Alpha Nyx of the Eclipse Line,” he says, his voice echoing through the chamber. “The packs
