Chapter 6 - The Bloodline's Call
Pandemonium erupted in the arena. Packs from all over the northern alliance dropped to one knee, swearing immediate allegiance to Grace. Morgran and his councilmen staggered backward, their faces pale with absolute horror.
"It's a trick!" Morgran screamed, drawing a hidden silver blade. "She’s a fraud! Kill her!"
Before Morgran could take two steps toward Grace, Alexander vaulted from the royal box, clearing thirty feet of air to land directly between Morgran and the future queen. His wolf manifested in his eyes, a terrifying golden glow that silenced every single spectator.
Simultaneously, the five white wolf pups leaped forward. In mid-air, their small frames shifted and expanded in a burst of silver mist, transforming into magnificent, fully-grown silver-white dire wolves of legendary proportions. They flanked Grace and Alexander, baring formidable teeth at the Pine Hollow traitors.
Alexander didn't even draw a weapon. He simply backhanded Morgran with such brutal force that the traitorous alpha flew twenty feet across the stone floor, his ribs shattering upon impact.
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"Guards," Alexander’s voice cut through the arena like a razor. "Strip Pine Hollow of its territory, its titles, and its charter. Lock Morgran and his council in the deep cells for high treason against the crown."
Grace watched as the guards swarmed the traitors, dragging them away in disgrace. She looked down at her hands, still glowing with silver light, and realized the nightmare of her past was finally, truly over.
