The news about the orphanage spread like wildfire. Within a single day, every nearby clan and pack had heard of the tragedy. Whispers carried through villages, and sorrow turned into anger. Many condemned the brutal killings and abduction of the children.
Darryl knew he could not delay any longer. The situation had grown too dangerous. With a heavy heart, he called for an immediate meeting with the Elders.
Inside the council hall, the air was thick with tension. The Elders sat in a circle, their faces dark with concern. Darryl stood in the center, his voice steady but his heart heavy.
“How long has this been going on?” one of the Elders asked, his tone sharp and demanding.
“For months,” Darryl answered firmly. “I have been trying to track them down with the help of Nox from the Shadow
