KELLY THOMPSON'S POV
The report in my hands trembled, a stark contrast to the steady beat of my heart. The words on the parchment blurred as I read them for the third time, each sentence more alarming than the last. Rising tensions among the packs. Whispers of secret alliances with The Black Faes. Cracks forming in our once-unbreakable unity.
I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply. The scent of pine and earth filtered through the open window, grounding me. When I opened them again, determination blazed within.
"Stellan, Lunara," I called out, my voice carrying the weight of command. "I need you both. Now."
As my two most trusted allies entered the room, I studied their faces. Stellan's brow furrowed with concern, while Lunara's eyes glinted with curiosity.
"We have a situation," I began, gesturing for them to sit. "Reports are coming in of unrest among the packs. There are rumors... dangerous ones."