POV: Jasper
The pack hall fills within the hour. Every warrior. Every hunter. Every wolf capable of fighting.
They stand in ranks, their expressions grim and focused. They've been roused from sleep and told to prepare for battle.
But they don't know why yet.
Jasper stands on the raised platform at the front of the hall. Serenya sits beside him, her injuries bandaged and visible. A testament to the threat they face.
Jasper surveys his wolves. His pack. The people he's sworn to protect and lead.
Today, he'll lead them to war.
"You've been called here because our pack faces a threat," Jasper begins. His voice carries through the hall, commanding and absolute. "A threat that has already claimed the lives of several of our hunters."
Murmurs ripple through the crowd. Concern. Anger. Fear
