The large oak table in Bloodstone’s main hall gleamed under the soft lamplight, maps and magical wards glowing faintly across its surface. Crystal sat beside Dustin, Bree whispering beneath her skin, massive and vigilant. The room had been cleared of most non-essential pack members, leaving a select few warriors to manage communication links and maintain the wards.
Dustin’s fingers hovered over the intricate control panel for the video council, a shimmering network of mirrors and crystal nodes connecting allied packs, covens, and clans across the region. Each participant’s presence would appear as a translucent figure projected above their node, their voices echoing softly through the hall.
Crystal exhaled, placing a hand on her belly, sensing Bree’s pulse of calm and alertness. “Everyon
