_Alaric's POV_
As I stepped into the royal council chamber, the sunlight streaming through the tall windows cast a warm glow over the room. The chamber was grand, with high ceilings adorned with intricate carvings and tapestries depicting our kingdom's rich history. The large, circular table at the center was surrounded by seats reserved for the king's closest advisors. At the head of the table sat my father, King Edgar, a figure of reverence and authority. Beside him, my mother, Queen Eleanor, radiated grace and wisdom, her gentle smile ever-present.
"Father, Mother," I began, "I have completed the inspection of the various wolf packs as you requested."
My father leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with interest and approval. "Tell us what you found, Alaric."
I detailed my fin
