The underground chamber, hidden beneath layers of ancient stone, echoed with murmurs of impatience and suspicion. The werewolf elders sat in a half-circle around the massive stone table, each of them aging yet powerful in their own right. Their eyes darted around the room as they waited for Kelvin to address them. The dim light from the torches cast long shadows, making the atmosphere even more tense.
Kelvin stood at the head of the table, a calm but calculated expression on his face. His hands rested on a black leather-bound notebook, where he had scribbled years of research and his plans for the future of their pack. He had called this meeting, but even he could sense the reluctance in the room. The elders, wise and cautious, weren't easily swayed. But Kelvin had a plan—one they couldn't refuse. Or so he thought.
