Location ; The Hollow Fang Estate
Neutral Pack Gathering Grounds
Moonlight drapes over the grand courtyard of the Hollowfang estate, where lanterns sway gently from trees and warriors from allied packs mingle stiffly in formal attire. The summit was meant to be peaceful — political posturing, territory talks, winter trade arrangements. But tension rides beneath every exchange.
The Bloodfang delegation—Alpha Maverick, his formidable sons, and Lyra—drew stares, a magnet for curious, calculating eyes. Whispers trailed them like unseen currents. Some were hushed admirations of Lyra’s undeniable beauty, her quiet grace.
Others, however, were laced with morbid curiosity, speculating about her barren fate, the devastating news having already spread through the intricate network of pack goss
