Dominion didn't erupt in celebration when Ronan returned.
There were no howls, no dramatic shows of dominance. Packs didn't collapse in awe. They simply gathered because an Alpha returning from a recognized Challenge was always important.
But what they felt when Ronan stepped out of the SUV wasn't mystical.
It was practical.
He was heavier with authority.
Sharper with presence.
More controlled.
Wolves recognized that kind of change. It was instinct, not prophecy.
They listened when he told them the outcome.
They reacted with surprise when he said he now held New Mexico.
And they went still when he mentioned the Council seat.
But once the shock faded?
Life continued.
As it always did.
Hailey stood beside him after the announcement, watching the pack disperse to resume their routines—cleaning weapons, patrolling the fences, sorting supply lists.
"They took it better than I expected," she said.
"They just need stability," Ronan replied.
Colton approached with a folder he'd taken from the office. "We've already got three reports from scouts near the western line. Mixed reactions. Most are keeping their distance. One small pack asked if borders are changing."
Ronan took the folder and skimmed it. "Not yet."
Colton hesitated. "Alpha… New Mexico's pack is a mess. Crowe kept them divided. They're leaderless, they're nervous, and they're watching us. Someone needs to keep an eye on them."
Ronan nodded once. "Your team leaves at dawn."
Colton blinked. "Me?"
"You're my Second," Ronan said. "New Mexico needs structure. You'll watch the territory until I arrive in a few days."
Hailey gave an approving nod. "Good choice."
Colton straightened, the weight of duty settling on him. "Yes, Alpha. I'll keep things steady."
"They're not enemies," Ronan said. "Don't treat them like invaders. They're uncertain. Make sure they know they're under protection, not threat."
"Yes, sir."
Ronan closed the folder. "And take two lieutenants with you. You don't go alone."
Colton allowed himself a small exhale of relief. "Understood."
Hailey smiled faintly. "Looks like you're already acting like a Council member."
Ronan shook his head. "I'm acting like an Alpha who just doubled his borders. I don't need pomp for that."
Hailey couldn't argue.
As the evening settled, the compound returned to normal quiet.
Lights dimmed.
Wolves rotated on night patrol.
The land breathed like any other night.
Ronan stood near the watchtower, looking over Texas — his first responsibility, always.
Hailey joined him. "This is just the start."
"It always is," Ronan said.
"No grand speeches tonight?"
"No point."
Hailey chuckled softly. "You really are different."
He didn't answer.
He didn't need to.
Tomorrow, Colton would oversee New Mexico.
Ronan would prepare for Council obligations.
And Dominion would adjust to holding two territories.
No destiny.
No prophecy.
Just leadership.
Realistic.
Ordered.
Earned.