The conference room was dimly lit, the heavy atmosphere reflective of the urgency that gripped our pack. Maps sprawled across the large wooden table, marked with strategic points and the locations of recent skirmishes. Daisy sat to my left, her piercing gaze fixed on the maps as she tapped her fingers impatiently. On my right, Xander leaned forward, his eyes intense.
"We need to locate Morax before he am*sses more power. The hellhounds Robert sent are our best shot at finding the escaped witch," Xander declared, his voice resonating with authority.
I nodded in agreement, my mind already racing through the possible scenarios. "We can't afford to underestimate Morax. If he's managed to gather more power, we'll be facing a formidable force. Daisy, was there anything that you found odd when
