Ceasar.

I stood before my people, my lycans, with a heavy heart and a sense of foreboding. The atmosphere was tense, charged with frustration and anger. I had promised them that we would destroy the werewolves, but circumstances had forced me into an alliance with Echo, a werewolf herself. It was a decision that many of my pack members were finding increasingly difficult to accept.

The murmurs of discontent had grown louder in recent days, and it was time to address the growing rebellion within our ranks. I stepped forward, my posture resolute, and raised my hand to signal for silence.

"My fellow lycans," I began, my voice projecting strength...