The grand hall of the lycan encampment was thick with tension as Rose and Damien joined the gathered elders, their eyes sweeping across the somber faces of the pack's leaders. The air was heavy with the weight of the impending threat, and Rose could feel the unease rolling off the others in palpable waves.
Stepping forward, Damien cleared his throat, his voice cutting through the hushed murmurs. "Elders, you have summoned us here to address a grave concern. What news do you bring?"
The elder who had presided over Rose's trial stepped forward, his expression grim. "I wish we had better tidings, alpha," he began, his tone laced with a rare touch of uncertainty. "But the reports we have received are deeply troubling."
Rose felt Damien's hand brush against hers, a subtle gesture of support,
