The tension in Alpha Tronel’s Pack House was palpable. Even the most seasoned warriors and high-ranking members dared not meet their Alpha’s eyes. The air felt thick, stifling with the weight of Tronel’s unchecked fury as he paced back and forth in the grand meeting hall. His movements were sharp and predatory, his snarls echoing through the space like a feral beast preparing for slaughter.
“How is it possible that she’s vanished?” Tronel roared, slamming a fist onto the heavy wooden table, splintering it. The sound made the room flinch collectively, but no one dared to speak. “Crystal doesn’t just disappear! She’s the High Priestess! The one who promised me victory!”
His Beta, Jonathan, dared to murmur, “We’ve sent scouts, Alpha. There’s no sign of her anywhere.”
“Useless!” Tronel bell
