Selene's POV

The Hall of Alphas was packed.

Seven thrones stood in a semicircle at the far end of the hall, each carved from a different material.

Silver for Mooncrest.

Ice for White Fang.

Fire-red stone for Bloodclaw.

Lightning-etched wood for Stormhowl.

Black obsidian for Shadowmoon.

Granite for Ironfang.

Blue crystal for Silverriver.

The seven Alphas sat upon them, their expressions serious as they watched me.

I stood in the center of the hall.

For the first time, all seven packs were gathered in one place.

This was what I had fought for.

But unity did not mean trust.

Not yet.

"I am Selene," I said clearly. "The White Wolf....