"Enough!" I used my Silver Moon authority to command silence. The chamber quieted, all eyes turning to me. "I understand the fear. I feel it too. Seven Primordials is overwhelming, maybe impossible odds. But I know one thing absolutely: submission is death. Not physical death, but death of will, death of self, death of everything that makes us who we are."
"I've experienced what Primordial dominance feels like. It's not peaceful obedience, it's the crushing of your spirit, the erasure of your choices, the reduction of consciousness to pure submission. That's worse than death. That's extinction of everything that makes wolves worthy of the Moon Goddess's blessing."
"So yes, the odds are terrible. Yes, we might lose. But we fight anyway, because some things are worth dying for. Freedom is worth dying for. The right to choose our own paths, govern ourselves, protect the weak, build something better, all of that is worth dying for."
