The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery light over the stronghold. Inside the main hall, the atmosphere was tense. Alaric sat at the head of the table, surrounded by his allies from the various clans. Despite their success in dealing with the remnants of Valerian's forces, there was an undercurrent of unease.
Adrian, seated at the far end of the table, fought to keep his demeanor calm. The weight of the blackmailer's demands pressed heavily on him. He had managed to keep his secret safe for now, but he knew it was only a matter of time before the truth would come to light.
Thalia Dreadfang broke the silence, her sharp eyes scanning the room. "We've received reports of unusual movements from Valerian's former allies. It seems they're regrouping, possibly planning a major offensive."
Alaric frowned, his gaze shifting to Adrian. "Do we have any details on their plans?"
