The tension in the room was palpable, a thick miasma of frustration and fear that seemed to cling to every surface. Alpha Matthew's voice cut through the silence, his words heavy with the weight of our collective burden.
“I fail to comprehend why they persistently target beings such as ourselves,” he mused, his eyes distant as he processed Timothee's grim report of the orphanage's destruction.
Prily's response was immediate, her voice a low growl that resonated with barely contained rage.
“This must be inextricably linked to Caitlin and her nefarious affiliates!” Her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles blanched, a physical manifestation of our shared anguish.
I remained motionless in my seat, my mind a maelstrom of potential strategies and their likely outcomes. The enigmatic
