Xander

　　The meeting room was bathed in soft,dim light,casting elongated shadows across the space.It was a sanctuary of strategy,a haven of plans,and a place of collaboration.The air was thick with anticipation of what lay ahead and concern for the safety of our packs.We were in the heart of our territory,in the pulsing center of what we held dear.

　　Chassy and I,standing side by side,took our seats at the table—which we usually use at times like this.We were here ...