The banquet hall door creaked heavily as Alpha Zion pushed it open. He stepped out without looking back, his gait dignified.
Beta Tyler immediately followed behind, asking no questions, as if he knew exactly what was happening in his leader's mind.
The long corridor to the office was quiet, with only footsteps echoing off the stone walls.
The lamps on either side of the corridor flickered, casting long, eerie shadows of Zion.
Upon entering the office, Zion collapsed into a large leather chair. He exhaled deeply, pressing his fingers to his temples.
"Beta Tyler..." Zion's voice was deep. You know what will happen if Alpha Draven really starts a war?"
Beta Tyler stood upright in front of the large wooden table. And answered the Alpha's question with confidence.
"Yes, Alpha. War will
