~Sam~
The weight of recent events hung heavily in the air as I gathered the key members of our pack in the main hall. The atmosphere was tense, a mix of anxiety and determination. My son, Alaric, stood beside Azaria, both of them radiating a sense of purpose that filled me with a mix of pride and concern.
"We need to address the increasing kidnappings and the rising tensions among our wolves," I began, my voice steady but grave. "The pack is demanding retribution, and we can't ignore their anger."
Everyone listened intently, their expressions reflecting the seriousness of the situation. "I suspect these kidnappings are tied to the Coalition," I continued. "Their reach is growing, and their actions are becoming bolder."
Alaric stepped forward, his eyes meeting mine with a determined intensity. "Father, we need to do more than just defend ourselves. We need to unite the packs and take a stand."
