(3rd person P.O.V)
The air crackled with tension. Shattered crystal littered the meadow floor, mingling with spilled wine and overturned tables.
Then, a voice rang out, slicing through the din.
"What in the world is going on over here?"
It was a voice of authority, ancient and resonant, one she hadn’t expected. It commanded attention, silencing the brawling werewolves and causing the scattered guests to freeze. Elena recognized it instantly—the voice of Elder Theron, a prominent member of the Werewolf Council.
A group of figures emerged from the edge of the meadow, their faces grim. Theron, tall and imposing, led the way, followed by several heavily armed guards and other elder werewolf council members. His presence radiated power, a tangible aura of dominance that pressed down on the chaotic scene.