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After the room settles and our initial plans are underway, we begin the hard part.
The personal part.
Reaching out to every Alpha in America.
We start with those that already kneel to us—packs who’ve pledged their loyalty since the day Caden and I rose to power. Most of them answer on the first ring. Their voices are tense, uncertain, already sensing something has gone horribly wrong.
“We need you here,” I tell them. “Three days. We’re calling every Alpha to our land.”
“Is it war?” one asks.
“No,” Caden says flatly, his eyes like ice. “It’s worse.”
We explain the vision—not in full detail, but enough to make their blood run cold. Burning children. Exploding vehicles. Mass death. A coordinated attack. Not just on us, but on all of us.
“You need to see it for yourself,” I say. “
