Kael
I sat at the head of the meeting hall, my hands resting on the armrests of my intricately carved chair. The sun filtering through the tall windows spilled shadows across the room. The scent of polished wood mixed with the faint aroma of herbs that seemed to have seeped from the healers' quarters. My pack's elders, warriors, and advisors filled the room, their faces a mixture of respect and unease.
Mumbles of conversation hummed around me, hushed but charged. The room was tight with tension built up through losses in the war, depletion of resources, and murmurs of discontent. l said nothing, my eyes piercing as they swept across the attendees. Most were subdued by the weight of my presence alone.
It was Riley, his beta, who finally spoke up. "Alpha Kael," he said, his voice composed
