The air within the meeting hall of the Crimson Blood Pack was filled with tension, an energy that was palpable to anyone in the space. Cain, Edgar's bastard son, had just returned from another trip to Night Howl Pack and sat on the stage, his dark hair falling against the top of his forehead messily. His eyes gazed around, watching the faces of the wolves in the Crimson Blood pack, studying their expressions which was always a mix of uncertainty and curiosity. Edgar's execution still shook them like an injury that had no remedy.
"Our father's death will not go unpunished. We must hurt the lycan kingdom in the heart where it hurts the most. But first, we must have a plan, that cannot fail like the others have." Cain began the meeting, his voice filled with grief and anger as he spoke.
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