Allan
The war room was buzzing with tension as I burst through the doors, my heart racing. I got a message this morning saying that we were being attacked. Pack leaders and advisors huddled around the large map table, their faces grim.
"What's the situation?" I demanded, striding to the head of the table.
Marcus walked up to me his, silver fur gleaming even as he was in his human form, looked up from the map. "It's not good, Alpha. We've got reports of a massive force approaching from the north."
I leaned in, studying the markers. "How big are we talking?"
Marcus shook his head. "A hundred alpha, maybe even more. We've never seen a pack this large."
A chill ran down my spine. "And what about our defenses?"
"We're calling in every able-bodied lycan we can find," another advisor chime
