Damon Pov
The Next Morning
Dawn broke with a hesitant light, and the pack stirred into activity. I gathered with my elders in the great hall, a vast chamber lined with ancient tapestries and the trophies of our victories. The mood was somber, and the elders’ expressions were grave as they discussed the summit.
“We must consider this invitation carefully, Alpha,” Elder Markus intoned, his voice echoing off the stone walls. “The Blue Heart Pack is not known for straightforward dealings. It may be a test of our strength—or a trap to weaken us.”
I leaned forward, steepling my fingers. “And what do you advise?” I demanded.
Elder Myra, her eyes sharp despite her age, replied, “We must send a small contingent to observe. If you attend, you should not go unprotected. There is wisdom in having
