The war room in the Avila mansion was tense and dimly lit. Maps of the territory were spread across the large oak table, marked with red pins indicating recent rogue sightings. Xander stood at the head, his expression grim as the latest intelligence reports were presented. A new rogue threat had emerged — a coordinated group led by a powerful rogue Alpha named Kael who had been gathering strength in the shadows for years. They had already attacked two allied packs on the eastern border, leaving destruction and fear in their wake.
“They’re growing bolder,” Xander said, voice low and commanding. “Kael is smart. He’s been uniting scattered rogues and building alliances with old enemies. We need to prepare. Defenses. Patrols. Alliances.”
Claire sat at the table beside him, her presence now a
