The sun was sinking on the Crystal Pack, and it's orange rays danced around the dining hall as Alpha Darius and Princess Arianna shared a quiet meal. The air was heavy with the scents of roasted venison and fresh bread, but the two were far from calm as they knew the Lycans would show up in any moment.
Suddenly, the double doors burst open, slamming against the walls with a thunderous crash. A group of Lycan soldiers strode in, their heavy boots making unnecessary noise as it met the stone floors of the hall. Their arrogant smiles and shining armor seemed designed to flaunt their superiority.
"Ugh," the leading Lycan sneered, wrinkling his nose. "What is that stench? Smells like wet fur and… despair." His companions laughed harshly in mockery.
