|Theodore|
The tension in the council hall was almost tangible, voices rising and falling as the pack members argued, their words edged with fear and urgency. I sat at the polished table, hands clasped tightly, keeping my expression calm, though my thoughts were far from here.
Carmella occupied every corner of my mind. I knew of her strength, her sharp wit, her courage—traits I had only heard about but admired all the same. And yet, beneath that admiration, dread gnawed at me. She was alone, deep in enemy territory.
The debate around me continued to swirl, each voice pushing for a different plan. Some demanded we storm Southern Grimshire at once, tear down Marcus’s stronghold, and bring ‘Camilla’ back. Others urged caution, arguing for a methodical approach that would secure her return
