The alpha king, the queen, and his elders are gathered in the deliberation room, standing around the large table, having a union discussion. Xavier had called all the elders together, and it would be their first meeting since the deaths and burials of Luna Elena, Sir Valerio, Sir Alex, Lord Jarold, and a few others. They spread out the map of the Wahala kingdom on the centre table, and everyone’s eyes are fixed on it as they mark out a division of the kingdom.
In the wake of the attack three weeks ago, Xavier had given orders to have the strongholds of the four regions reinforced, just like the capital. Yet that didn’t feel like it was enough. They had strengthened themselves while waiting for the enemy to land on their shores.
It didn’t feel right; why did they have to wait for the enem
