(Annaliz)
The night air buzzed with tension as the sun began to set behind the mountains that guarded our kingdom. I stepped out onto the balcony of the grand council chamber, taking a moment to absorb the beauty that surrounded us - the lush green forests, the towering trees, and the glimmering river that wound its way through the valley like a silver ribbon. Yet beneath this tranquility lay a deep unease, a current that made my skin prickle with anticipation. Tonight was not just another council meeting; it carried with it the weight of our collective protection and perhaps, our survival.
As I looked out, the sounds of our werewolf community were distant - a chatter of warriors gathering, the clattering of hooves against the cobblestones, and the rustling of leaves stirred by the gentl
