Chapter 43 Readying For A Fight

• ~ Thorne ~
• The early morning mist clung to the ground as I stood at the head of the long table, watching my subordinates file into the meeting hall. The room was lit only by the dim glow of the rising sun, casting pale light over the faces of my pack. Each of them was on edge, sensing the urgency in the air.
• I waited for everyone to settle, my gaze sweeping over the group. Soraya leaned casually against the wall, her expression unreadable, but there was a certain defiance in her posture. Elder Isolde sat with an air of disinterest, as though she had better things to do. Ivara stood straight and alert, ready for battle even before I had said a word. Caelan and Orion, the pack’s scout and doctor, sat side by side, exchanging uncertain glances.