We nod in agreement, rising from the table and following Alpha Corbin through the packhouse corridors. The air grows tense with anticipation as we make our way toward his office, the weight of our collective purpose hanging heavy in the air. The warriors wait outside the door whilst Dallas, Tristan, Alexa, Billie, Dylan, Zayne and I follow Alpha Corbin in.
As we enter the office, I can't shake the feeling that we are walking into the lion's den. The walls seem to close in around us, their shadows dancing in the flickering light of the torches that line the hallway. Alpha Corbin takes his seat behind a large wooden desk, his expression grave as he regards us with steely eyes.
"Now," he begins, his voice echoing in the silence of the room. "Let us speak plainly. What is the true purpose of
