The war room, a stark, stone-walled chamber deep within the hidden mountain fortress, was charged with tension. Dim light filtered in through narrow, arrow-slit windows, casting long shadows across the ancient wooden table where five major Alphas sat, their powerful auras filling the confined space. The room had an air of history, with its vaulted ceilings and worn, flagstone floors that had borne witness to countless strategies and war councils over centuries. Yet despite the grandeur and weight of their surroundings, an awkward silence hung in the air, thick and palpable.
Drew Greyson, Alpha of the Silver Star Pack, leaned back in his chair, his muscular frame taut with barely concealed irritation. He could not believe the audacity of Alpha Redhart to summon them like subordinates— and
