The war chamber buzzed with a tense energy as dawn broke over the camp. Sunlight streamed through the open windows, glinting off scattered maps and polished steel. Aria stood at the head of the long table, flanked by Kael and Jonah. Around them, representatives from over seven different packs listened closely, the scent of old rivalries and new alliances thick in the air.
Jonah pointed to a map splayed across the table. "The western border is still unstable. Ronan's remnants may not have leadership, but they're unpredictable and angry,so this is the perfect time to strike because they will be reckless."
"Like feral dogs cornered," Kael muttered.
Aria didn't speak right away. She studied the points Jonah had marked—strategic chokeholds, resource hubs, patrol gaps. Finally, she tapped a worn spot along a ridge path. "We draw them in here."
A ripple of murmurs broke out.
"It's too close to our supply line,we don't want anything destroying it," one of the older Alphas objected.
