East

Alaric, pleased that he had the king's full attention, allowed himself a small, satisfied smile. He had waited years for this.

"There was a sign in the skies today, from the east," Alaric said. "The moon's glow intensified, she has awakened her powers."

Herod inhaled deeply, his excitement almost palpable. The prospect of seizing the ultimate power made his pulse quicken. He had spent years conquering lesser packs in the north, absorbing territories, breaking alphas who dared stand against him. But this was destiny.

"It's finally time," he murmured, his eyes darkening with raw ambition. "Time for me to take control of the entire werewolf world."

His laugh was filled with anticipation.

"Which alpha is the fiercest in the east?" he asked.

"Alpha Lucas Raventhorn."

Herod frowned slightly, rolling the name around in his mind. "Hmm... never heard of him."

"His name strikes fear in the hearts of lesser packs."