Third person's POV
Before the first cock crowed the following morning, Alpha LaGrange was in his grand meeting hall with three elderly Alphas.
The air was thick with tension, as the three Alphas had on anxious expressions.
"We can't afford to leave loose ends knowing who we are dealing with here. It is dangerous to our mission. For us all." Alpha Grayson broke the silence, muttering more to himself.
"This has to work... It has to." Alpha LaGrange thought to himself as he paced back and forth across the wooden floor.
He didn't hear what the first Alpha was saying as he was lost in his thoughts.
His mind wandered through countless scenarios, each more concerning than the last.
The other Alphas watched him with weathered eyes, their faces etched with worry lines mixed with anger.
"In all honesty, I don't wish to say I told you, but here we are now. Look at what is happening ..." Alpha Grayson trailed off and grunted.