Over the next few hours, Ezra called an emergency pack meeting. He explained the situation to everyone, about Victor, about the Creek Stone attack, about the threat facing Nightshade. I stood beside him, expecting pack members to be angry that I brought danger to their doorstep.
Instead, they rallied.
"We fight," Jake said immediately. "We don't let some rogue Alpha dictate how we live."
"Agreed," said one of the senior warriors. "This pack has survived threats before. We'll survive this too."
Others chimed in with similar sentiments. They weren't angry at me. They were angry at Victor for what he had done and what he represented, the old ways of ruling through fear and violence.
"Then we prepare," Ezra said. "Drake, organize training sessions for everyone who can fight. I want all warriors combat-ready. Emma, make sure the medical center is stocked and prepared for casualties. We'll also need to reach out to allied packs for support."
