MAXIMUS:
The moon was high, piercing its silver glow into my study, shadows curling in the corners, reports lay scattered across my desk— border shifts, spy accounts, training logs, but none of it pieced together the puzzle gnawing at me.
Ravensclaw wasn’t smart enough to orchestrate this war, or even if they're, someone or something is backing them up. Apart from their few alliances that I am aware of, my spies haven't noticed anything else out of the ordinary. Even with dark forces bending to their Alpha's will, there was precision in their attacks, although mindless, they still work together, and this leave me unsettled.
I have people looking up to me and I can't afford to let them down. I don't know what would make an Alpha turn his wolves turned into monsters, but I know that's the
