ALPHA CONAN
The Alpha Convergence was finally over.
The temporary tents that had covered the training fields and meeting points were already half-dismantled by the time the last of the visiting Alphas and Lunas began their journey home. Warriors and omegas moved through the clearing, collecting flags, folded benches, and discarded packs of gear. The noise had dulled into a low hum of departing farewells, distant wheels, and paws thudding quietly against the earth.
I stood by the front steps of the war tent, nodding to each departing leader, my thoughts weighed down with more than just duty. Councilman Darion gave me one last firm handshake, holding my gaze longer than necessary.
“Don’t forget what we talked about,” he said in a low voice. “It wasn’t a warning, Conan. It was advice. You
