ONE WEEK LATER
Feral Fury Pack – Throne Room
The atmosphere in the throne room was thick with tension, the air practically crackling with unspoken anger and grief. Lucifer sat at the head of the long table, his knuckles white as he gripped the arms of his chair, his eyes burning with a cold, steely fury. His usually sharp, calculating demeanor was replaced with an icy rage that made everyone in the room tread carefully.
Around him sat Mikhail, Luna Loveth, tried to keep the group grounded, though the worry lines on her face betrayed her own anxieties. Demon sat with his arms crossed, his expression grim. The pack elders, normally stoic and composed, fidgeted in their seats, sensing the storm that was about to break.
"They came in the night, like cowards," one of the elders sp
