The early morning light filtered through the large windows of the Pack House, casting a warm glow on the wooden floors. Markus and Azriel greeted each other with a firm handshake and a nod, the weight of their responsibilities evident in their eyes. They sat down at the large oak desk of Alpha’s office, ready to discuss the next steps in their strategy.
Azriel leaned forward, his expression serious. "So, what's the plan, Markus?"
Markus took a deep breath before speaking. "The next step would be to return to the Royal Pack and organize from there. It's strategically advantageous for coordinating with the Council and handling political matters. Someone needs to keep in check those sly weasels of councilmen. Last night, I received an updated report on the infected. The situation is more di
