(Third Person).
The grand council chamber was heavy with the scent of incense and polished oak, its circular table surrounded by the most powerful werewolves in the kingdom.
Sunlight streamed through the arched windows, casting a rat over the silver-plated crests of each pack that adorned the high walls.
The four Royal Alphas;
Alpha Magnus of the Moonstone Pack sat with his massive arms folded, a stoic wall of muscle and authority.
Alpha Solas of the Bloodfang Pack leaned back lazily in his seat, his sharp eyes never missing a thing.
Alpha Victor of the Silvercrest Pack tapped his fingers lightly on the table in a slow, measured rhythm, while Alpha Uric of the Ashfang Pack sat rigid, as if carved from stone.
The Betas—including Gabriel, Meredith's father—were seated along the edges, their positions lower but their voices still valued.
