“They wiped them out overnight.”
The messenger’s voice echoed through the council chamber of the Sparkling Star pack, every syllable landing like a stone thrown into still water.
Greer stood at the head of the long table, his expression carved into something unreadable.
“No survivors?” one of the elders asked.
“A few,” the messenger replied “Drained and left as warnings, the entire territory is gone, those ones who survived are as good as dead with the way they left them.”
A low murmur rippled through the room.
Greer’s fingers rested on the edge of the table, steady but tense.
“You talked about a meeting?” he asked
“The Alphas of the region have called for one by midday, to talk about ways to tackle this common issue.”
Greer nodded once
“Prepare my escort”
By the time he ar
