In a hidden location, four out of the seven Alphas of the mighty packs sat around a round table.
The Alpha of Duskridge Pack, Elira Vale; the Alpha of Moonveil Pack, Callum Fenris; the Alpha of Stormhowl Pack, Nyra Voss; and the Alpha of Gravespine Pack, Magnus Drayke.
Sitting at the head of the table was Magnus Drayke, a balding man in his late forties.
Leaning forward, he went straight to the reason for the meeting.
"Every one of you is here for a reason. And that reason is a certain rabid dog who refuses to know his place."
Elira Vale, who sat to his right with Callum Fenris beside her, snorted and got to her feet.
"Have you lost your mind? We agreed not to do this… ever!"
Already expecting this reaction, Magnus smacked his lips loudly and harrumphed, "Oh, Elira. You've always wanted to do this. Remember? Your Duskridge Pack could've been the most feared among the seven packs… until he dumped you."
