Roak

Later, within the cavernous expanse of the palace’s grand hall, a heavy oak table bears the weight of many elbows, as Alena and my allies gather around it, their faces a tapestry of concern and resolve. Whispers swirl through the air like leaves caught in an autumnal gust, each murmur a thread in the fabric of discourse.

“Another open confrontation with Alpha Jacob could bring ruin upon us all,” murmurs a grizzled warrior, his scarred hands clenched into ...