Dallas proceeds to recount the events of the previous night, detailing the attacks on multiple packs in the past, the rise of Mystic Moon, and the unsettling presence of Walter and his newfound pack. He speaks of the shadows that loom ominously over everyone's future, and the necessity of seeking allies in the face of an encroaching darkness. He speaks of me and my past, but leaves out the visions I had seen, and the prophecy, feeling that it is probably better to tell him in person. As Dallas speaks, the air in the room grows heavy with anticipation, the weight of his words hanging in the stillness.
When he finishes, there's a moment of silence on the other end of the line, as if Alpha Corbin is processing the information, weighing its implications. Finally, after what feels like an eter
