**Ravyn**
The ancient stone circle deep in the northern mountains had been used for supernatural gatherings for centuries. Massive granite slabs formed a natural amphitheater, surrounded by pine forests that stretched to the horizon. Tonight, the space hummed with tension as representatives from a dozen werewolf packs and their unlikely vampire allies prepared for what might be their final war council.
Ravyn stood beside Grayson at the circle’s edge, watching as figures emerged from the tree line. Some came in human form, but nearly half of the werewolf representatives had chosen to attend as wolves—massive, powerful creatures whose eyes gleamed with intelligence and wariness. Their message was clear: they didn’t trust the vampires enough to be vulnerable in human form.
“Thirty-six pack
