"She will do no such THING." Grimscar's voice cut through the noise like a shotgun blast in a library. "The ritual was performed correctly. The map answered. Demanding a redo because you didn't like the result is a disgrace to this council and every Alpha who built it."
"A DISGRACE?" Veilcross whipped towards Grimscar. "You want to talk about disgrace? A woman just turned the entire continental map into her COLORS. A WOMAN. That means a non-Alpha. That is against wolf law. Every tradition this summit was built on just got—"
"Got what, Veilcross?" Ashfang stood, all four wives' rings glinting as his fist hit the table. "Proven right? The map doesn't lie. It has never lied. You've sat in that chair for nine summits and trusted it every single time. Now it says something you don't like and suddenly the map is broken?"
"THE MAP LIT WHITE AND GOLD. Wolf territories don't light two colors."
"They do now."
