Free Web NovelChapter 364: Chapter 364 We Had Every Authority
Allison POV
"It’s secure," Ethan replies coolly, and there’s something final in his tone. "And it’s appropriate."
Lizzy jerks her head up.
"You can’t," she snaps, voice cracking now. "Alpha Jack won’t allow it." The name ripples through the room like a dropped plate, but Ethan doesn’t even look at her.
"This isn’t his call."
Ezra steps forward then, just one pace, and his presence is like a line drawn in the stone.
"You pulled a knife on the Luna," he says plainly, and the word lands heavy and undeniable. "You’re lucky this ended the way it did."
"You’re alive because she chose restraint." Elijah nods once, gaze steady.
That’s when the fear shifts, subtle but real, moving through the councilors who watched me take her down without rage, without harm, because that kind of control is more unsettling than violence.
Fallon and two guards lift Lizzy carefully, efficiently, and she doesn’t fight now, just glares at me over her shoulder as she’s taken out, her hatred sharp and focused like she’s carving my face into memory.
The door closes behind them, and the room exhales.
For a moment, no one speaks. Then Maren clears her throat, voice strained.
"That was unexpected." I meet her gaze.
"Violence is always ugly," I say. "I don’t make it worse by pretending otherwise." ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
Daniel’s eyes flick up from his tablet.
"Full incident recorded," he says, precisely. "Weapon logged. No injuries beyond superficial abrasions to the detainee."
"So now we applaud this?" Harlan scoffs and Ethan turns toward him, slow and deliberate.
"We acknowledge bravery," he says. "And competence." Ezra nods, once, sharp.
"She asked us to step back. She handled the threat. No blood, no escalation."
"She protected the room." Elijah adds quietly.
I feel the weight of it then, the way the narrative shifts whether I want it to or not, respect settling on some faces, fear on others, and hate burning hotter where it already existed.
Before anyone else can speak, the doors slam open. Alpha Jack strides in, fury written into every line of him, Luna Ella just behind, her expression tight with worry and calculation. freeweɓnøvel.com
"What did you do?" Alpha Jack demands, eyes snapping to me, then to Ethan. "I hear Lizzy has been thrown into the dungeon like a criminal."
"She attacked Allison," Ethan says, unflinching. "With a knife."
Alpha Jack’s jaw tightens.
"You had no authority..."
"We had every authority," Ezra cuts in, voice calm but immovable. "She pulled a weapon in a council chamber, on the future Luna." Elijah steps forward, aligning with them.
"Allison stopped her without injury."
"You should have let us handle it." Alpha Jack rounds on me, but I meet his gaze, steady.
"I did handle it," I say. "And no one was hurt."
Luna Ella’s eyes flick between us, sharp, assessing, and for a moment something like reluctant understanding crosses her face.
"You overstepped." Alpha Jack scoffs. Ethan moves then, standing fully, presence filling the room.
"She showed restraint under threat. She protected this pack and we will say so publicly."
"We already are." Ezra nods.
"Ignoring pressure doesn’t make it disappear. It just shows where we stand." Elijah adds, quiet but firm. Alpha Jack looks at them like he doesn’t recognize them, and maybe he doesn’t, not anymore.
I stand there, heart steady, hands clean, knowing I’ve crossed a line that can’t be uncrossed, not with blood, but with clarity. The ugly truth settles into the room, they saw what I can do, and they’ll never look at me the same way again.
The announcement to the pack isn’t staged like a spectacle, no banners and drums or forced cheer, but it still carries weight, because the pack feels it before they hear it, the way attention gathers across the packlands and into the commons, the way voices lower and movement slows as people drift closer to the stage, drawn by instinct and curiosity and the quiet certainty that something has shifted.
I stand between the triplets, not a step behind and not pushed forward as proof, but centered, aligned, my shoulder brushing Ethan’s, Ezra’s presence solid at my other side, Elijah close enough that I can feel the steadiness of him without touching, and for a moment I breathe, literally, grounding myself in the hum of wards underfoot and the layered scents of pine, stone, and home. Ruby hums in my mind, feeling the steadiness from her mates enter our body and curling around both of us.
’You good?’ Elijah asks softly through the link.
’I’m here,’ I answer, and it’s not bravado, just the truth.
Ethan steps forward first, voice carrying without amplification, because the pack listens when he speaks, even when they don’t agree with him. Today we have no microphones, no schedule, not cameras pointed towards us. We are just us, the pack and this moment.
"Blue Ridge," he says, and the words ripple outward, conversations tapering off, faces turning toward us. "We’re here to speak openly, and we’re doing it together."
Ezra smiles then, small and genuine, his hand brushing my back in a brief, grounding touch that says ’I’ve got you’ without making a show of it, while Elijah’s fingers find mine in front of Ethan, lacing for a second before easing free, visible affection without possessiveness. An open choice without all the fuss.
I feel eyes on us, curiosity sharpening into attention.
"We’re confirming our alliance with the Fox Court and with their Majesties of the wolves," Ethan continues, and Fallon signals to Daniel, who brings the holo screen to life behind us, the image resolving into Queen Kiara and King Maze, both of them calm and unmistakably present, Kiara’s gaze sharp and assessing, Maze’s steady and unflinching.
"Blue Ridge," Kiara says, voice carrying easily over the feed, blunt and unapologetic. "Allison Grey stands with our full authority. She is a Fox Princess by right and by recognition, and she stands here by choice." Maze inclines his head to his mate.
