Dante's POV
We all gathered in the meeting chamber, the air thick with tension. The echoes of Caleb’s near escape still haunted us, and the ashes left behind by the creature served as a grim reminder.
Despite our efforts, no one had uncovered any clues about who — or what — was behind the attacks. The silence was unsettling, like the calm before a storm.
Ronan had chosen to stay with us. He hadn’t returned to his pack, unwilling to leave while the threat lingered. With everything happening, none of us could afford to be apart. Whatever this was, it wasn’t a simple threat. It was calculated.
"The last creature that appeared," Liam said, his voice low and commanding, "was unlike anything we’ve faced before. Stronger, faster, and more dangerous."
I nodded, the image of Caleb’s glowing ha
