The next morning began quietly for Charlotte and Azraiel. The stillness of the early hours provided a brief respite from the turmoil of their thoughts. They shared a simple breakfast, finishing earlier than usual to give themselves ample time to prepare for the pivotal meeting ahead. Both were aware of the gravity of the discussions to come. They needed to strategize not just for their survival, but for the safety of their entire pack.
Sitting across from each other at the wooden kitchen table, the light from the rising sun filtering through the windows, they spoke in hushed tones.
“We need to make sure everyone understands the full scope of the threat we’re facing,” Azraiel said, his eyes meeting Charlotte’s with unwavering resolve. “We should lay out the facts clearly and let them know they have a choice.”