The morning of the third day in the assembly carried an eerie sense of finality. Ava moved through the crowded camp, her mind weighed down by the events of the previous day. She had barely slept, haunted by the unease growing within her. Today was the day they would discuss their next move—the hunt for rogue alphas.
She entered the council tent, her steps measured but tense. The elders sat in their usual semi circle, their faces hardened with years of battle and loss. Around them stood high-ranking hunters, seasoned warriors, and new recruits eager to prove themselves.
Elder Mira, as always, took the lead. "We have gathered all the necessary intelligence. The rogue alphas have become a growing threat, one that we can no longer ignore. Their influence is spreading, and if we do not act sw
