LYCAN VICTORY

The Coalition’s victorious squad marched toward the Council of Elders' chambers, their footsteps echoing through the silent streets like a triumphant drumbeat. The city lay bathed in the soft, golden light of dawn, the sun's rays casting long shadows across the cobblestone roads.

Sebastian, flanked by Ava and Avery, led the procession, his chest heaving with exhaustion, his eyes burning with pride. His rugged features were etched with the weight of battle, his jawline tense, and his shoulders squared. Scott and all the alphas followed the procession.

As they approached the chambers, the heavy wooden doors, adorned with intricate carvings of wolves, swung open with a creak. The air inside was thick with the scent of old parchment, burning incense, and the faint tang of sandalwood.

Richmond, the lead Elder, gazed out at the squad with a discerning eye, his face lined with age and wisdom. His piercing gaze swept the room, acknowledging the weary warriors. His eyes, like polished onyx, sh