The silence that followed was deafening. No one dared to move or speak, the shock of what they had just witnessed paralyzing them. Markus, his face pale and drawn, looked around the courtyard, his eyes scanning the faces of those gathered.
He knew what this meant, what this terrifying display signaled.
He turned to Azriel and his father, his voice a barely audible whisper filled with dread. "The Lycans… they’re here."
Markus stood tall on the platform, the tension in the air so thick it was almost suffocating, as he issued a command that echoed through the courtyard, reaching every corner of the pack's territory.
"Attention, all pack members," he began, his voice carrying the authority of a king and the urgency of the situation. "Return to your homes immediately. As of this moment, a s
