The tension in the war room was thick enough to cut with a knife. Everyone sat around the long table, their faces somber as we discussed the plan. My stomach churned with nerves, but I pushed the feeling aside. There was no room for fear tonight.
Helena leaned over the map spread across the table, her finger tracing the path leading to the cave. “This is where they’ve been traced to,” she explained, her voice steady. “Deep in the woods near Alpha Alexander’s border. From the reports we’ve gathered, this appears to be the source of their activity.”
One of my father’s men, a grizzled veteran named Garrick, stepped forward. “I was there during the last encounter with these creatures,” he said, his voice gravelly. “We thought we killed them all back then, but it seems some survived. They mus
