The great Council Hall of Regina stood beneath the pale brilliance of the midday sun, where shafts of golden light streamed through towering stained-glass windows and settled across polished marble floors engraved with the names of every Alpha who had ruled the Pack through seasons of prosperity and hardship, while ancient banners hanging between carved stone pillars stirred gently beneath the faint movement of cool air entering from the high galleries, lending the solemn chamber an almost sacred dignity that reminded every soul present they stood before the living history of their people rather than an ordinary political assembly.
