Summon To The Council Once Again
It wasn't long for Richmond's attack to spread over the city, especially among the werewolf clans. The once bustling city was now a place of caution and fear.
Noah stood alone in the grand hall of the council. The summons had come swiftly, leaving him little time to prepare. He knew it was only a matter of time before the council started hunting for Richmond. With their powerful technology and vast resources, it was inevitable that Richmond would be brought down to his feet. But Noah hoped to intervene before it came to that, to plead for a chance to bring Richmond back to his senses—or at least, to spare his life.
The air was thick with tension, a palpable sense of dread that hung over the clans like a dark cloud.
The three heads of the council sat on their respective thrones, elevated on a dais, staring down at Noah with emotionless gazes. Beside them, the council's enforcers stood ready, their eyes scanning the room for any sign of trouble.