The ancient walls of the lycan den echoed with the restless murmurs of the assembled pack. Tension hung thick in the air, the lycans' primal instincts stirring in response to the gravity of the situation Damien was about to outline.
Rose, her piercing blue eyes sweeping over the gathered lycans, felt the unease rippling through the crowd. With a steadying hand on Damien's arm, she stepped forward, her commanding presence demanding the attention of her fellow pack members.
The alpha female's regal bearing was a stark contrast to the anxious energy that permeated the room. As she surveyed the faces of her kin, Rose sensed the underlying fear and uncertainty that threatened to unravel the pack's hard-won unity.
Damien, his brooding presence a steadfast anchor, moved to stand beside his mat
