|Theodore|
The room was filled with the usual faces of my most trusted pack members, sitting in a half-circle around the large oak table in our council hall. The steady hum of conversation echoed off the stone walls as we waited for everyone to settle down. Manuel stood to my left, his arms crossed as he surveyed the room. There was tension in the air—an unspoken worry about the escalating situation in Southern Grimshire.
I leaned back in my chair, watching the expressions of my pack council. They had heard the rumors, the whispers of unrest that had been growing in the south. Morgan pack, with its power and influence, had been extending its reach beyond its borders. They had become too comfortable with their control, abusing the lesser packs in the region, draining them of resources and
