Eleanor and Zara were in the elder's cabin, feeling the burden of the conspiracy weighing heavily on them. Seated in a corner, Rhys, an older man, kept his eyes lowered in embarrassment.
"Rhys," Zara started, her voice calm yet touched by sadness. "Who made threats against you? If we want to keep our pack safe, we must be aware of all the details.
Rhys inhaled unsteadily and gazed upward, locking eyes with Zara. It was a male from the Ironclaw group. Months ago, he arrived at my doorstep, insisting that I store some supplies for him. He mentioned that if I didn't obey, my family would be at risk.
"Do you mean Ironclaw?" Eleanor made eye contact with Zara. Ironclaw was recognized for their ferocious strategies and drive, establishing themselves as a formidable and assertive group.