The Call to Order
Alexander stood at the head of the war room, his golden eyes scanning the hardened faces of his warriors and patrol guards. The room was filled with the scent of leather, steel, and tension. Every man and woman before him had sworn loyalty to Nightfall Pack, to him. Yet, someone—or something—had slipped past them.
And that meant there was either a traitor among them or something far worse at play.
"The Elder was slaughtered," Alexander said, his voice low and controlled, but the room felt the force behind it. "His body was left for us to find, and now someone within this very estate has suffered the same fate. That means whatever killed them is inside our borders."
The warriors stood still, their gazes locked on him, understanding the weight of his words.
"I want answers," Alexander continued, stepping forward. "Every single one of you was on duty. Did anyone see or hear anything unusual? A scent? A sound? Anything out of place?"