Ethan sat at the head of the long oak table, the seat of command that seemed carved for him alone. The room buzzed with low conversation and the faint scratch of papers being turned, the air rich with the scent of roasted coffee and the sharper edge of anticipation.
Jason sat to his right cool and methodical, his every word precise as he analyzed the latest reports. To Ethan’s left, Liam flipped through a folder, his voice steady but grim as he detailed the slow crawl of destruction left in the wake of Jackson’s fallen pack. Every name, every burned settlement brought the threat closer to their borders.
Ethan listened in silence, fingers steepled beneath his chin, his expression unreadable. The weight of leadership sat heavy on his shoulders, but his mind, despite the gravity of the disc
