What's going on?

In Darius's office, a sense of tension hung in the air as the key figures in the pack gathered. Darius, seated behind his desk, glanced around at the assembled group—Prius and Luke, Zion, Michael and Annie, and Carla. Some were seated, others standing, all with varying degrees of concern etched on their faces. Darius's bear, paced within the confines of his mind, agitated and distressed.

His usually controlled demeanor started to falter, a flicker of unease crossing his eyes. A low growl escaped him involuntarily, drawing the attention of the pack members. The deep rumble resonated in the room, an audible manifestation of the internal struggle within Darius.

"What's wrong, Darius? What are we doing here?" Prius locked eyes with his Alpha, his expression reflecting teh concern he felt inside.

Darius sighed, the weight of responsibility evident in his posture as he ran a hand through his dark, long hair. "We need a plan," he began, his voice steady but laced with urgency. "We have to