The Sacred Meeting (1)

Damon sat before the seven councils of the Nocturnal Order, his posture relaxed yet exuding a quiet arrogance. He crossed one leg over the other, he didn't seem nervous even though the tension was filling the room.

Some of the council members murmured among themselves, clearly unsettled. The Alpha was being utterly disrespectful, and they did not take kindly to it.

"Alpha Damon, you know why you've been summoned before us, don't you?" One of the council members—Joseph Nash—looked at him with clear disdain.

"I do," Damon replied, his voice flat, uninterested with the conversation between them.

Joseph inhaled sharply before continuing. "It's been nearly two weeks, and yet we've received no progress from you. The rogue werewolves' attacks on both humans and other supernatural beings grow worse each night. Just yesterday, two more fell victim."