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SPENCER

Pacing the floor of my living quarters, I felt the weight of my anxiety pressing down on me. Each step seemed to echo in the silence, a reminder of the tension coiling within me. The room felt too small, too confining. I ran a hand through my hair, feeling the heat of uncertainty creeping up my spine. The knock on the door startled me, and I paused, taking a deep breath before opening it.

Five members of the Blackwood pack stood before me, their expressions a mix of curiosity and authority. Marcus had summoned them, and I knew it was time to put my plan into action. “Welcome,” I said, stepping back to let them in.

Nula, one of the royal members, stepped forward. “Spencer, what’s this about? Why did Marcus call us here?”

I closed the door and turned to face them, my heart racing. “Marcus summoned you to discuss the war that lies ahead. There’s a lot at stake, and we must prepare.”

“But what’s the real reason for this meeting?” Nula pressed, her eyes narrowing.

I hesitated, know