Dante convened a meeting with the council to discuss their plan to take down the seven powerful packs. His eyes gleamed with determination as he addressed the gathering. "We will start the attacks on the Silvermoon Pack the next full moon," he declared, his voice firm and resolute. "We need our pack to be the most powerful in the world, and by destroying them, we will gain more strength and power." The council members seemed to agree, but one of them stood up to express his dissenting opinion.
The council member, a tall and imposing figure, looked concerned. "Our pack is already powerful and peaceful," he said, his voice laced with caution. "This fight is unnecessary and will lead to bloodshed in our pack. The warrior wolves in our pack will get hurt." He paused, his expression grave. "Those packs are powerful; we might not be able to conquer them."
Dante's eyes flashed with rage as he turned to face the council member. "This is a decision we have made," he said, his voice cold and menacing. "You don't have an opinion on it, even though you're part of the council. You're still a low life." The council member took a step back, his eyes wide with fear, as Dante's anger seemed to radiate from him like a palpable force.
Thane, Aria's father and also a council member, stood up to speak. A hint of a smile played on his lips as he began to speak. "I have an idea on how to make our pack strong enough to fight against all the powerful packs," he said, his voice smooth and confident. Dante's eyes narrowed, intrigued. "What is the plan, then?" he asked, his tone a little softer.
Thane's smile grew wider. "We should join forces with the witch pack," he said, his voice filled with conviction. Dante's eyes widened in surprise, and he let out a loud "WHAT!" His expression was incredulous, and he seemed to be questioning Thane's sanity.
"Do you know what you're talking about? The witch?" Dante asked, his voice laced with skepticism. Thane nodded, his expression unwavering. "Yes, the witch pack. I know that wolves and witches don't get along, but it will help increase our power." He paused, a smirk spreading across his face. "The dark witch will make a spell or something to increase your power. You will become indestructible."
Dante's expression changed from skepticism to interest. He seemed to be considering Thane's proposal. "So, with my power increased, I will be able to conquer the world," he said, a cruel smile spreading across his lips. Thane nodded, his eyes gleaming with approval. "Yes, Alpha," he said, bowing his head slightly before taking his seat.
Dante's laughter echoed through the room, filled with authority and power. "It is done, then," he declared. "The Bloodmoon Pack will be the most powerful pack in the world. I'll be the greatest Alpha!" His voice was filled with conviction, and the council members seemed to be swept up in his enthusiasm.
Dante's eyes gleamed with determination as he turned to Thane. "Now, Thane, I need you to summon the Dark Witch to see me," he said, his voice firm and commanding. His expression was resolute, and his gaze seemed to bore into Thane's very soul. "We need everything planned before the next full moon," Dante added, his tone brooking no argument.
Thane nodded, his face a mask of obedience. "Okay, Alpha, I will summon her," he said, his voice smooth and respectful. His eyes seemed to flicker with a hint of concern, but he quickly suppressed it, his expression returning to its usual calm and collected state.
Dante's gaze lingered on Thane for a moment, as if ensuring that his command would be carried out to the letter. Then, with a slight nod, he turned his attention back to the matters at hand. Thane, sensing that the conversation was at an end, bowed his head slightly and turned to leave, his mind already racing with the task ahead of him.
As Thane departed, Dante's thoughts turned to the impending meeting with the Dark Witch. He could hardly contain his excitement at the prospect of gaining immense power and becoming the greatest Alpha the world had ever known. His eyes seemed to gleam with an inner fire, and his very presence seemed to radiate an aura of power and authority.
"This is the end of this meeting," Dante declared, his voice firm and authoritative, as he rose from his seat. His expression was resolute, and his eyes seemed to gleam with determination. He turned to his personal guard, who stood at attention beside him. "I need you to summon the senior warrior immediately," he commanded, his voice brooking no delay.
The guard nodded swiftly, with a gesture of obedience, and hastened to carry out Dante's orders. A few minutes later, the guard and the senior warrior entered the room, their heads bowed in respect as they greeted Dante. "Long live the great Alpha," they chorused, their voices filled with reverence.
Dante nodded graciously, his expression softening slightly as he acknowledged their greeting. His eyes seemed to gleam with approval as he turned to the senior warrior. "I need you to tell the warriors that we're going to take down the Silvermoon Pack the next full moon," he said, his voice firm and commanding.
The senior warrior's eyes widened slightly as he absorbed Dante's words, but he quickly composed himself, his face set in a determined expression. "And you guys should get ready, train with every power and time you got," Dante added, his voice filled with urgency. "We need to win this."
The senior warrior bowed deeply, his face a mask of respect. "I will relay your message and make sure we train with everything we've got," he said, his voice filled with conviction. His eyes seemed to gleam with determination, and his very presence seemed to radiate a sense of purpose.
Dante nodded, his expression satisfied, as he turned to dismiss the senior warrior. The senior warrior bowed once more, before turning to leave, his mind already racing with the task ahead of him.