POV: Elara
The council room was suffocating, the air thick with tension and the weight of too many opinions. Around the long, worn table sat the elders and my closest advisors, their faces shadowed by the flickering light of the torches on the walls. The walls, lined with centuries of carved symbols representing Talon Pack’s history, felt like they were closing in on me. The voices around me were loud, overlapping, each one trying to drown out the others in a cacophony of frustration and fear.
“Silas’s wolves were spotted again near the western border!” Miriam barked, slamming her hand on the table. The sound reverberated in the confined space, silencing a few murmurs. “We can’t just wait for him to attack. We need to strike first.”
“And risk walking into a trap?” Osric countered, his t
