Author’s POV
Three weeks had passed since Alpha Asher announced to his people that they would be leaving the city. Some were happy about the move. They had been desperate to escape the cursed land that had claimed so many lives through an unknown illness—an illness that had only recently been cured. But others believed that leaving would only bring more destruction, and their fear stirred unrest among the people.
The tension grew so bad, Alpha Asher had no choice but to call a meeting with the older members of his people.
He sat tall on the high chair, his presence alone a reminder of his authority. The room was filled with murmurs, frustration hanging in the air like a storm cloud. Asher remained silent, eyes closed, fingers pressing gently into his temples. He looked deep in thought,
