Alpha Baron's POV
The scent of polished wood and burning incense filled the council chamber, blending with the sharp undertone of nerves and authority. I sat at the head of the long mahogany table, my gaze sweeping across the faces of the gathered elders and betas. Their expressions were grim, lined with the weight of our recent troubles.
The rogue attacks were escalating, and every passing day felt like a warning. They weren’t random strikes anymore—they were calculated, deliberate, and dangerous. Whoever was leading them had enough brains to exploit weaknesses, and the thought alone made my blood simmer.
“Reports from the northern border?” I asked, leaning back in my chair, my voice cutting through the quiet room like a whip.
Henry, my beta, stood and adjusted the parchment in his ha
