LYRA'S POV
The great hall had been transformed for the signing ceremony. What had once been simple gathering space for sanctuary students now hosted representatives from every major pack territory throughout governed lands—Alphas, Council members, territorial governors, and observers from populations who'd spent twelve centuries under elimination policies that divine intervention had permanently revoked.
I existed across forty-one dimensional states as I stood at the center of it all, consciousness perceiving the moment from perspectives that ranged from present reality to shadow spaces where patterns of historical significance manifested as visible structures that singular awareness couldn't detect. This was pivotal. This ceremony would either establish a framework for marked wolf governance that prevented future elimination or reveal that territorial authority couldn't accept divine oversight over populations they'd been systematically murdering for over millennia.
