In the shadows beyond the celebration's warm glow, two figures materialised from thin air. Alia's newfound teleportation abilities had transported them directly to the edge of Emerald's territory, invisible to the guards and revelry.
"They're calling a summit," she reported as soon as Alia picked up. "Every pack leader will be there to plan against you."
Alia's laughter was musical and terrifying. "Let them gather. Let them plan their little strategies and form their precious alliances."
She held up the moonstone, its dark energy pulsing in her palm as she twirled it between her fingers.
The moonstone's glow intensified as Alia's smile grew wider, and Seraphina felt a chill run down her spine at the absolute confidence in the other woman's voice.
"Soon," Alia whispered, "they'll all learn what real power looks like."
"Stay close," Alia whispered to Rhiannon, fixeing her eyes on the distant figure of Emerald moving through her celebrating pack. "But remain hidden."
