Morning broke over the pack's territory with a muted light, the sun struggling to pierce through a thick blanket of clouds. It was as if the earth itself knew what lay ahead—there was no warmth, no cheer in the air. The pack stirred with a shared sense of urgency. Today, the real planning would begin. Alex couldn't afford to waste any more time.
Inside the central meeting hall, the atmosphere was tense. The large room was filled with the pack's key members, all seated around a long wooden table that bore the scars of many strategy sessions. The walls were adorned with old banners and symbols of the pack's history, reminders of the battles they had fought and won. But this battle felt different. It wasn't just about territory or dominance—it was about survival.