Chapter 55 : A Threat II
-Within the Stoneheart Pack’s Shadow Hold – War Hall-
The air in the war chamber was thick enough to choke on. The torches burned low in their iron sconces, their flames sputtering with every gust that slipped through the cracked stone walls. Shadows wavered and stretched, painting monstrous shapes across the jagged emblem above the throne—a heart split cleanly in two by a blackened blade of stone.
Alpha Vharok Stonefang sat at the center of it all, half cloaked in darkness. His elbows rested on his knees, claws rhythmically tapping against the armrests of his throne, each tap echoing like a countdown. His amber eyes glimmered beneath his heavy brow—cold, patient, and utterly devoid of mercy.
The heavy doors groaned open.
Five wolves entered—bloodied, beaten,
