Alpha Derrick entered the grand hall of the pack house, his steps heavy with purpose.
The elders were already seated around the long wooden table, their faces a mixture of worry and curiosity.
He took his place at the head of the table, his sharp eyes scanning the room.
"Has anyone gathered any information about the shooting last night?" he asked, his voice calm but edged with authority.
For a few moments, the room was silent, the tension palpable. Then, the pack physician slowly stood, bowing his head respectfully before speaking.
"Permit me, Alpha, to address this matter."
Derrick gave a slight nod, gesturing for him to proceed.
"No one knows for certain who was behind the shooting or their reasons to have carried out such outrageous act here.
However, we found traces of blood near the scene.
