Chapter 71

• Author's POV
• The heavy silence in the tent broke as Alpha King Armon finally entered, his presence commanding every gaze. His steps were steady, deliberate, and the weight of his authority seemed to ripple through the air. The brothers straightened immediately, along with the gathered betas, warriors, and advisors, each bowing their heads in respect before resuming their seats around the great oak table.
• Spread across the table was a vast map, its surface scarred from years of use, inked with markings of borders, rivers, and battle lines. The flickering lanterns hanging from the tent poles cast uneven light across it, shadows dancing like restless spirits.