Early morning light illuminated the meeting of our closest advisers, Jace, Cassian, Rowan, and those who had survived the tempest of treachery. We gathered under the old tree in the middle of the camp; its great limbs silently record our hardships. Although the air was clear, every pulse seemed to be weighted with fate.
"Wolves of the Crescent Bloodline," I said, voice ringing with a combination of grief and will, "our enemies have not only battered our defense but have attempted to split us from inside." We have witnessed treachery train our hearts. Still, let us not overlook our strength—that of our union. Today we strengthen our confidence as much as our camp. Resilience, commitment, and the will to confront even the darkest of evenings characterize our new heritage.
