VACANT THRONE

Emergency summon brought all the alphas and elders of the lycan kingdom to the meeting. The Council Chamber, a grand, dimly lit hall, loomed before them, its high ceiling lost in shadows. The air was heavy with tension, thick as the smoke from the flickering torches that lined the walls. The most powerful Alphas from across the land gathered around the sprawling wooden table, their faces etched with concern and determination.

Colton, his eyes still burning with grief, took his seat beside Sebastian, his jaw clenched in restraint. The Council's leader, Alpha Richmond, stood at the head of the table, his commanding presence drawing all eyes.

"Brothers, we gather in crisis," Alpha Richmond began, his voice resonating through the chamber, echoing off the stone walls.

"The rogue pack's invasion has left devastation in its wake," he continued, his words painting a grim picture.

Alpha Vasquez, a grizzled veteran with scars etched into his weathered face, spoke next, his deep voice laced with