Winston's Pov
The council of elders sat in a circle, their faces bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, as they debated the fate of Jameson and his unruly pack. The room was heavy with tension, and the weight of the decision they were about to make hung in the air.
"The war was fierce," I began, my voice steady but filled with the weight of our recent battles. "Darius' men, as expected, tried to stop us at every turn. But it was during our final confrontation that I had to intervene and engage them in combat."
Murmurs filled the room as the elders exchanged glances. Elder Arlen, the oldest and wisest of the council, leaned forward, his eyes fixed on me. "What happened next?"
I cleared my throat and continued, "In the heat of battle, our group managed to capture several of Darius' men
