The Stone Lake packhouse's great hall hummed with barely contained energy as Alpha Sarah and the other rebel Alphas gathered around Terrell's massive oak table. Maps and ancient texts covered every surface, their pages seeming to pulse with supernatural significance in the flickering firelight.
"Two years," Alpha Sarah repeated, her fingers tracing the territory lines on the map. "We build our network slowly, carefully. The Council's too focused on immediate results to notice a long-term strategy forming right under their noses."
"And what of the other packs?" Alpha Michael asked, his deep voice carrying across the room. "Those still loyal to the Council?"
"They're operating on fear," Alpha Richard interjected, his massive frame casting long shadows in the firelight. "Fear of the prophe
