Author’s Point of view

One of those nights when the city seemed to hold its breath and every shadow hinted at imminent disaster, the night was unforgettable. Marcus had been deep in his studies, as usual, late into the evening, watching the tension in the Steele Pack rise. However, a series of alarms, far-off sirens, and the low murmur of terrified voices broke the silence that night. The concerted assault had started.

All day, Marcus had kept an eye on the news and secret channels, growing more anxious with every new story. Businesses owned by the pack were being attacked: crucial supply routes to far-flung pack outposts were blocked, the...