DRAVEN
Morgana stood before me, appearing remarkably cold and composed despite the frantic energy pulsing through the room. Her expression remained entirely unreadable as she surveyed our surroundings, silently taking in the palpable tension and the chaos of wolves still reeling from the High Alpha's sudden, thunderous visit. When she flatly inquired about what was wrong, Elias preempted my response by stating that the High Alpha had only just departed the territory.
The news caused Morgana to stop in her mid-stride, her boots clicking once on the stone.
