The Ironwood Threat

The morning sun breaking over the snow-capped crest of the Bitterroot Range cast long, golden shadows across the fortified council hall of Silvercreek. Built of thick, age-blackened spruce timbers and reinforced with wrought iron bands, the high council chamber had stood for two centuries as the political heart of the northern packs. Today, the hall was filled with suffocating tension. Seated along the semicircular mahogany council dais were the seven…