The briefing room was stark and windowless, designed for focus. Maps lined one wall, monitors on another flickered with satellite footage and shifting topography overlays. A large circular table stood in the center, and around it, the werewolves Alexander had chosen now sat, alert and waiting.
Beck, the pack's best tracker, leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, a faint scar on his jaw twitching as he listened. Layna, the combat medic, sat still as stone, her dark braid tucked beneath her hood, fingers absently tapping a rhythm on her thigh. Mateo and Luca, twin scouts known for their speed and stealth, mirrored each other's posture, straight-backed, sharp-eyed, and restless for action.
