Meanwhile… back at Crestmoon Pack.
The heavy wooden doors of the council hall groaned as they were pushed open once again. The tension in the air was thicker than before—so dense it seemed to cling to the stone walls themselves. Alpha Kadel sat at the head of the long council table, his posture rigid, his hands clenched tightly against the armrests of his chair.
Beta Stefan stood beside him, a sealed parchment clutched in his hands.
The moment Stefan broke the seal and read the contents aloud, the color drained from his face.
Silence fell for barely a heartbeat—Then the hall erupted.
“What madness is this?!”
"I knew he was the devil itself!"
“Draven BloodFall is asking for our throats!”
“Forty thousand harvested crops?! Does he want us dead?”
“This is worse than Carlo—far worse!”
