The Northeast Pack Elder

KELLY THOMPSON'S POV

The ominous whispers of The Black Faes had begun to seep into the very marrow of our pack, chilling and relentless. As I paced the length of my chamber, the soft patter of my feet against the stone floor did little to soothe the turmoil within. Their threat loomed over us like a storm cloud ready to burst, and I could almost taste the electric tension in the air. Jason's concerns echoed my own—our thriving South pack could only remain prosperous if we stood vigilant against such darkness.

Pausing by the grand window that overlooked our lands, I watched the silver glow of the moonlight weave through the trees, casting elongated shadows upon the ground. It was in these quiet moments that the weight of my crown felt heaviest, the responsibility to protect not just my family but every soul that pledged loyalty to our cause. Eden, with his young eyes full of wonder and power, deserved a future unmarred by the sinister forces that now threatened our peace.