Pack Council's Demand

The Great Council Chamber of Blackwood Keep was bathed in the cold light of midday. Outside, the snow-dusted peaks of the Northern Spine loomed silent and eternal, but inside, the air crackled with hostility. Twenty clan elders, war chiefs, and pack matriarchs sat around a massive circular stone table carved from a single slab of grey granite. In the center of the table rested the ceremonial obsidian war axe of…