An hour later, the council had gathered in the war room. The air was thick with tension, the faces around the table grim and hardened. Graham stood at the head, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, while Beta Lukas and Gamma Yelena laid out a map of the Red Wolves' known territory.

"They've been pushing into our borders for months now," Lukas said, pointing to a cluster of marks on the map. "It's likely they've set up temporary camps here, along the northern ridge."

"They're cowards," Graham growled. "Attacking when they think we're weak."

Yelena nodded. "They've been laying low, waiting for the right moment. Taking Isabell... it's more...