Chapter 8 - The Pack’s Choice

The Great Hall was packed to its absolute limit the following evening. Every elite warrior, every clan leader, and every remaining council member stood shoulder-to-shoulder. There were no murmurs of dissent this time. Only heavy, expectant silence.
Aldric sat upon the obsidian throne, his posture rigid, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. Beside him stood Senna, wearing a simple cloak of dark wool, her head held with royal dignity even without a crown.
"For generations," Aldric’s voice boomed through the hall, carrying the undeniable weight of supreme authority, "Ithinar has ruled through fear, isolation, and division. We allowed corruption to rot our foundations from within."
He stood up, descending the dais until he stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Senna.
"That ends tonight," Aldric declared. "The trade tariffs with the Low Field are abolished. From this day forward, humans and wolves are partners in the prosperity of Ithinar. And standing beside me as my Queen and Luna is Senna of the Low Field—the woman who showed more courage on her knees than this entire council has shown in a century."
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For a long, agonizing moment, the hall remained dead silent.
Then, slowly, the front-row warriors dropped to one knee. Then the clan leaders. Then the entire assembly, lowering their heads in unanimous, undeniable submission—not just to their King, but to their new Queen.