Heather’s POV
The days following Marcus’s sentencing passed in a blur of movement, voices, and choices that would echo long after the blood had dried from the courtyard stones. No longer bound to the fear of his shadow, I stepped into a new kind of light—one born not of fire or vengeance, but of duty.
Darrian and I stood before a gathered assembly of both the Bloodmoon and Black Fang packs, their eyes fixed on us not just as rulers, but as the future. And with that future came responsibility. We had silenced one monster, but the world beyond our borders was far from quiet.
"The time has come to rebuild," I said, my voice steady. "Not just our homes, but the systems that failed us. There will be no more silent victims under our roof. We will establish a Pack Council—formed by warriors, s
