The room was dim but grand, its stone walls echoing with low conversation and shifting chairs as the council assembled. At the center of the long table sat Alpha Maverick, his sharp eyes scanning the gathered members. To his right sat Beta Chase, maps and files stacked neatly before him. Xander lounged on the opposite side, legs spread, fingers tapping against the table in barely concealed restlessness. Kyson leaned back in his chair beside him, arms crossed, his jaw locked tight.
The energy in the room was serious—edged with something tense. Like a blade being slowly drawn.
Maverick cleared his throat. “The reports from the northern border confirm what we feared. Redfang Pack isn’t just watching anymore. They’re preparing.”
A murmur of voices rose and fell.
“They’ve made two passes in
