"Pull it out. Then put it back in," Darwin suggested.
The Old Boys Club exchanged knowing glances across the table. Ashfang. Duskwin. Redmoon. Grimscar. They had seen the map light for her. They had seen it light for him. It wasn't that fucking complicated.
Nicholas lifted one hand.
The room went silent so fast it produced a vacuum. Forty-nine Alphas, their Betas, their Gammas, and every officer in the upper stands closed their mouths at the same exact second.
"The map answered my blood the way it answered my Luna's. Draw your own conclusions. I'm moving to the agenda."
One sentence. The entire map debate, the sabotage accusation, the matebond interference theory, the hokey pokey, and Darwin's blade angle all got buried in a single, unmarked grave and nobody was bringing flowers.
Renwick opened his eyes.
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Forty-five minutes. That's all it took.
Nicholas ran the table the way tables were supposed to be run and every Alpha in the chamber felt the difference.
