The emergency leadership meeting convened at dawn in the great pavilion, with representatives from every supernatural faction crowding around the tactical maps. The atmosphere was electric with tension as scouts delivered increasingly dire reports about the approaching Council forces.
"Three full battalions," reported a lean werewolf with military bearing. "Enhanced weapons, magical suppression equipment, and aerial support. They're not planning to negotiate."
Commander Aria stood at the center of it all, her tattooed arms crossed as she studied the defensive positions marked on the maps. "Our current fortifications can hold for maybe twelve hours against that kind of assault. After that..." She didn't need to finish the sentence.
*They're all scared,* Stella observed from her place in
