*Starblood pack — Council Hall, Late Morning*
Crystal stood beside Ryder, her hands clenched lightly at her sides, feeling the tension coil in her chest.
Warriors shifted uneasily, the murmur of voices quiet down as the heavy doors swung open.
Alpha Thorne of Greenwood Pack entered. His expression was serious.
“Alpha Ryder,” Thorne said, his voice sharp, cutting through the silence. “We have trouble. Greenwood has been attacked.”
Crystal’s stomach tightened. She could feel her wolf stirring beneath the surface, restless and uneasy. “Attacked… again?” she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Thorne’s jaw tightened. “Yes. Wolves were found dead, arranged in a pattern. The Silver Fang are moving. This isn’t random, it is a warning. They want to test our strength, and your lo
