The chamber quieted as the elders spread reports across the table. Maps, charts, and written accounts filled the polished wood, each one carrying the weight of blood spilled over the last months.
One of the elder Alphas began, voice grave. “In the past six weeks, we’ve recorded seventeen rogue attacks across five territories. King Dravenhart’s revisions, rotating patrols, stronger border watches, and civilian curfews, have reduced the losses. For the last two weeks, there have been no incidents reported.”
A Luna from the southern border leaned forward, relief softening her tired features. “Our healers have caught up at last. For the first time in months, we aren’t tending to dozens of wounded every week. Families are beginning to return home. It almost feels like stability again.”
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