The grand hall of the Northern Pack was thick with tension. For five days, the alphas of the different packs had gathered in the hall, attempting to devise a strategy to both win the war and save the hostages trapped in Estella's old pack. Yet despite the urgency, despite the pressure weighing on their shoulders like stone, they had nothing. No maps. No coordinates. No clue where the demon wolves had hidden their captives.
Alpha Richard finally stood, his voice cutting through the frustrated silence. "This is pointless," he declared, eyes sharp as they swept across the room. "We've been going in circles for five days. How can we plan a rescue when we don't even know where the damn battlefield is? We don't know where the hostages are being kept. We don't even understand the terrain of Estella's old pack territory."
