The Breaking Point Doctrine
The storm finally broke.
Not over North Ridge.
Not over Iron Claw.
Over Black Hollow.
Three days after the Sovereign Relief Convoy passed unharmed, the High Council issued its most aggressive decree yet.
Not an Emergency Mandate.
Not a sanction.
A Declaration of Existential Threat.
Aurelia Vale was formally classified as a destabilizing Sovereign Entity.
Any pack providing structured allegiance to her coalition would be stripped of Council protection and reclassified as rogue territory.
This was not political pressure anymore.
This was war language.
Lucien read the declaration in the war chamber, the parchment crumpling slightly in his fist.
"They're cutting the cord completely," he said quietly.
Cassian stood across from him, eyes scanning the wording.
"They're invoking Breaking Point Doctrine."
Darius frowned.
"Explain."
Cassian exhaled slowly.
