“We don’t know,” the warrior replied, his voice strained. “The attack came out of nowhere. Their defenses are holding, but barely. They’ve sent a distress signal, Alpha. They’re asking for immediate reinforcements.”
Stefano’s jaw tightened, and his eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and determination. He turned back to his office, barking orders as he moved. “Summon the war council immediately. Mobilize the warriors. I want scouts dispatched to assess the situation before we deploy.”
The warriors saluted again and sprinted off, their heavy boots echoing down the hallway.
I stood there, rooted to the spot, my heart pounding. Dark Moon Pack? Under attack? My mind raced with questions. Who could be behind this? And why? The Dark Moon Pack had always been one of the strongest allied packs
