Third person POV
The night air over Enzo’s pack lands was heavy, a restless hush drifting through the streets, carried by the whispers of warriors and omegas alike. Rumors spread faster than wildfire—the news of Alpha Rowland’s death had reached even the youngest pup’s ears. The elders had demanded clarity, the warriors demanded preparation, and the entire pack needed reassurance. It was in this fraught atmosphere that Enzo called for an emergency pack meeting.
The council hall, an expansive stone structure carved with generations of history, was already overflowing with bodies before Enzo arrived. Warriors stood shoulder to shoulder, their faces tense, jaws clenched in suspicion or grief. Mothers with their children pressed near the back, watching with wide eyes, as though the announcem
