POV: LucanThe council room felt colder today, its vaulted ceilings and stone walls trapping not just the chill of the season, but the icy tension radiating between its occupants. At the head of the long, polished table, I stood, the weight of centuries-old tradition pressing against my shoulders. The table’s surface gleamed under the flickering light of iron chandeliers, a reflection of the opulence that the Royal Compound exuded. Every gilded chair, every inlaid jewel in the room screamed of power and permanence, in stark contrast to the crumbling Human Quarters beyond the compound walls.Around me, the most powerful wolves in the city debated fiercely, their voices a cacophony of growls and sharp-edged words.“Human productivity is down by fifteen percent,” General Vrax growled, his voice like distant thunder. “They’re growing lazier. We need harsher penalties—longer work hours, stricter rations.” He leaned forward, his hulking frame casting an imposing shadow across the table, his
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