The night air in the Bloodfang pack was thick with tension and anticipation. Outside, the full moon hung heavy and luminous, its pale light flooding the darkened grounds with an eerie glow. Inside, the pack's sanctuary felt colder than usual, shadows stretching long across stone walls and flickering torchlight.
Gonzalo sat alone in the quiet of the council chambers, his hands clenched tight on the worn wooden table, the weight of recent events pressing down on his chest like a vise. The sting of his banishment still lingered in every corner of his mind, but beneath it all burned an unyielding fire—a fierce determination to reclaim what had been lost. To save Liora. To save the pack.
The door creaked open softly, and Nyssa stepped inside, her presence both commanding and gentle. She moved with the grace of a wolf on the hunt, eyes sharp and calculating beneath the dim glow. She stopped just inside the room, watching Gonzalo with a knowing smile.
