~LYRA'S POV~
The hall hadn't held this many people from different packs in the same room since, I wasn't sure it ever had, actually. Ryland had the space prepared, the long table extended, extra chairs brought in from three different rooms. It still felt tight.
Shadowfang's generals arrived first, which was very Kael. He walked in at the front of his delegation with the contained energy of a man who had decided to be cooperative and was finding it more effort than he'd anticipated. His people followed with the controlled tension of wolves who had spent generations measuring every Silverclaw face for threat. Old habits. Old grudges. They sat on their side of the table and did not immediately start a war, which I was counting as progress.
