Chapter 57

• The council chamber buzzed with tension as the werewolf Alphas gathered for their scheduled meeting. The recent rogue attacks had placed everyone on edge, and despite Amara’s efforts to maintain unity, the cracks in their alliances were becoming more visible. Amara sat at the head of the long wooden table, flanked by Xander and Asher. The artifact rested in its satchel nearby, its faint glow a quiet reminder of the stakes they faced.
• Alpha Lyle, a respected pack leader who had been one of Amara’s most vocal supporters during the early stages of the alliances, sat to her right. His sharp green eyes scanned the room with practiced ease, and his calm demeanor had always brought a sense of balance to the meetings. Tonight, however, his energy seemed different—tense, calculating.
• Amara stood, her gaze sweeping over the gathered Alphas. “We’ve made progress, but we’re not done yet. The rogues are more organized than ever, and Rita’s influence continues to grow. If we want to protect our people, we need to act decisively. That means strengthening our alliances with the other species and solidifying our defenses.”