"We need more men," Gregor snarled, his voice a low growl. His eyes, cold and predatory, scanned the war room. A map of the territory was spread out on the table, pinpointing the location of Viktor's pack and the rumored hidden village.
"We can't risk a frontal assault," his second-in-command, a cunning alpha named Kael, suggested. "Viktor's pack is stronger than we think."
Gregor's lips curled into a sneer. "We don't need to defeat them. We just need to disrupt them, to sow chaos. And then, we take what we want."
His gaze fell on the pin marking the location of the hidden village. A glint of greed flashed in his eyes. The boy, with his unnatural abilities, was a prize beyond measure. A weapon that could turn the tide of power.
"We'll hit them both at once," Gregor declared, his voice laced with menace. "A two-pronged attack. We'll distract Viktor while we strike at the heart of their strength."