(Annaliz)
The golden light filtering through my office window danced playfully on the dark wooden desk as I wrapped my fingers around a steaming mug of herbal tea. The intoxicating aroma filled the air, its warmth contrasting sharply with the chill that held sway over my kingdom of werewolves outside. I took a moment to relish the peaceful silence of my sanctuary: a sanctuary where strategy, power, and the rightful reign of my pack coalesced into a single, unwavering force.
Settled into my high backed chair, I opened my laptop, the screen illuminating my face as I navigated through the sea of messages buried in my inbox. No matter how busy my schedule became, I still felt a thrill of anticipation in receiving news from neighboring packs. Today, however, the chilling sensation in the pit
