KELLY THOMPSON'S POV
The grand hall of the royal palace echoed with the low murmur of gathered pack leaders, their presences like living pillars of strength amongst the shadows. I stood at the head of the room, my fingers brushing against the cool surface of the ancient stone table that had been a silent witness to countless councils before. Tonight, it was not just history looking over us, but the future, precarious and teetering on the edge of darkness.
"Leaders of our great packs," I began, my voice cutting through the whispers like a silver blade. "The scent of peril lingers in the air. The Black Faes, those harbingers of chaos, draw near, threatening to unravel the fabric of our world." My eyes, sharp as a hawk's, scanned the room, locking onto each leader in turn, willing them to grasp the urgency that clenched my heart.