The great hall buzzed with a low, angry murmur, a stark contrast to the usual boisterous energy of pack gatherings.
Each household had sent a representative, and now their faces were etched with a mix of confusion, betrayal, and simmering rage. The air was thick with it.
Fenris, Thorak, Draven, Vlad, and Logan stood before the assembled pack members, their expressions grim.
Fenris, his face still pale from the earlier confrontation with Zephyr, was the first to address them.
"My brothers and sisters, we have called you here because important truths have been kept from us, from all of you." His voice, usually steady and calm, wavered with a hint of indignation.
