The stakes of the impending war had just escalated far beyond anything they had anticipated. The Grand Council wasn't just about building a massive alliance anymore; it was a desperate, bloody race to protect the remaining Alphas before the Abyss swallowed them all.
"If the Shadow King is specifically hunting Alphas to turn them into his puppets," Kael began, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous octave as he began pacing the wet courtyard, "then every single pack on this continent is currently standing on a cliff’s edge. Thorne is just the beginning. Once he has a few more Kings under his thumb, the Abyss won’t just be a mist; it will be an organized, invincible legion."
Elara stepped closer, her silver eyes scanning the horizon where the dark clouds were still swirling, though held at
