Thunder rolled somewhere above the forest canopy. The air was heavy with tension when Avail Bruce entered the war hall.

The chamber flickered with obsidian, its amber glow licking at the carved wolf totems that lined the walls. Around the table sat the commanders of Tungsten. 

River Drew, who just came back from a mission, sat with his usual calm brooding stare. 

Valia stood as tense as the beta and omega captains nearby. Men and women whose hollow eyes and drawn faces spoke of too many ...