Strategy Room of the Silverclaw Pack
Alpha Hector Ekane sits at the round table in the strategy room, reviewing reports and updates on the dire situation in Raven's Hollow. His calm demeanor contrasts with the tension visible in his pinched jawline. His Beta, standing nearby, watches him intently.
"Beta," Hector begins, his voice steady but firm. "We cannot sit idly by while Raven's Hollow is besieged. The lycans are making their move, and we need to respond swiftly."
Hector stands, his presence commanding the room. "Gather the alphas. We need a council meeting immediately to devise a plan of action. Also, put our warriors on high alert. The lycans have initiated something, and we must be prepared for any surprises."
The Beta nods and exits to carry out the orders. Hector walks out onto the patio adjoining the strategy room, gazing over his territory. He watches his pack members go about their day, a scene of peace and normalcy. This is what he fights for—the freedom and safety of his pack, his family. He knows that maintaining this requires staying steps ahead of their oppressors.
A knock on the door draws his attention. An omega named Ollie, part of the kitchen staff, enters carrying a tray with Hector’s meal. Hector smiles warmly at him.
"Ollie, you didn't need to bring my meal yourself," Hector says.
Ollie grins. "I enjoy bringing it up, Alpha. This way, I can make sure you eat in between worrying and protecting us 24/7."
Hector chuckles and sits back at the table, gesturing for Ollie to join him. As they eat, Ollie, known for his skill in gathering intel from community gossip, hesitates before asking, "Alpha, is it true that some werewolves have aligned against our own kind?"
Hector pauses, choosing his words carefully. "Fighting for freedom also means respecting the freedom to choose one's side in this war. Not everyone will see this resistance as a good thing. We must understand that each choice comes with its own set of beliefs and motivations."
Ollie nods thoughtfully, absorbing the wisdom in Hector's words. Suddenly, the door bursts open, and a group of Gamma warriors enters, urgency etched on their faces.
"Alpha, we have news," one of them reports. "Some of our scouts were wounded near the outskirts of Raven's Hollow while trying to collect intel."
Hector's expression hardens. "Ensure they are taken to the infirmary immediately. Head Medic Martin will see to their care."
The warriors nod and leave swiftly to carry out his orders. Hector sits back, the weight of leadership pressing heavily on his shoulders.
Alpha Hector Ekane sits at the round table in the strategy room, reviewing reports and updates on the dire situation in Raven's Hollow. His calm demeanor contrasts with the tension visible in his pinched jawline. His Beta, standing nearby, watches him intently.
"Beta," Hector begins, his voice steady but firm. "We cannot sit idly by while Raven's Hollow is besieged. The lycans are making their move, and we need to respond swiftly."
Hector stands, his presence commanding the room. "Gather the alphas. We need a council meeting immediately to devise a plan of action. Also, put our warriors on high alert. The lycans have initiated something, and we must be prepared for any surprises."
The Beta nods and exits to carry out the orders. Hector walks out onto the patio adjoining the strategy room, gazing over his territory. He watches his pack members go about their day, a scene of peace and normalcy. This is what he fights for—the freedom and safety of his pack, his family. He knows that maintaining this requires staying steps ahead of their oppressors.
A knock on the door draws his attention. An omega named Ollie, part of the kitchen staff, enters carrying a tray with Hector’s meal. Hector smiles warmly at him.
"Ollie, you didn't need to bring my meal yourself," Hector says.
Ollie grins. "I enjoy bringing it up, Alpha. This way, I can make sure you eat in between worrying and protecting us 24/7."
Hector chuckles and sits back at the table, gesturing for Ollie to join him. As they eat, Ollie, known for his skill in gathering intel from community gossip, hesitates before asking, "Alpha, is it true that some werewolves have aligned against our own kind?"
Hector pauses, choosing his words carefully. "Fighting for freedom also means respecting the freedom to choose one's side in this war. Not everyone will see this resistance as a good thing. We must understand that each choice comes with its own set of beliefs and motivations."
Ollie nods thoughtfully, absorbing the wisdom in Hector's words. Suddenly, the door bursts open, and a group of Gamma warriors enters, urgency etched on their faces.
"Alpha, we have news," one of them reports. "Some of our scouts were wounded near the outskirts of Raven's Hollow while trying to collect intel."
Hector's expression hardens. "Ensure they are taken to the infirmary immediately. Head Medic Martin will see to their care."
The warriors nod and leave swiftly to carry out his orders. Hector sits back, the weight of leadership pressing heavily on his shoulders.