Zephyrine's POV
The council hall was quiet with tension. The five Alphas were present in the hall and flanking them were the Second High Lords of the West and East.
I arrived last, my steps measured and composed. Just as expected, my seat was the first. Who knew taking the first position in that game would bring much benefit as this? No one talked ill about me at least not to my face.
Second High Lord Drakmor of the West, cleared his throat and spoke first. "Thank you all for arriving so quickly. We are gathered because the situation has escalated beyond isolated incidents."
Alpha Caleb of sunflower pack leaned forward, his brow furrowed. "You mean the attacks on all six packs. It was very Coordinated and simultaneous. That doesn't happen by chance."
"Exactly," Alpha Ryker of Crystal pack joined in. "The creatures, Mpills, as your scouts call them" he looked at me. "Have now attacked every territory. This is more than coincidence."
