The elder’s chambers remained quiet, they sat in there judgment table. Torchlight casting elongated shadows against the stone walls, they had seen everything, they had withnessed everything. The four Alphas stood before the high council, their expressions were unreadable, their bodies tensed with unspoken rivalry.
The elder, an aged man with silver-threaded hair and piercing eyes, sat at the head of the long wooden table. He steepled his fingers, scanning the four young men before him.
"It is time," he finally spoke, his voice carrying the weight of centuries. "You are now four. That means the trials will only grow harder."
Ethan stood relaxed, arms crossed, his golden eyes gleaming with quiet confidence. Maverick shifted slightly, his fists clenching at his sides. Lachlan’s gaze was sh
