Chapter Ninety Nine

The air hung thick with the scent of pine and damp earth in the sprawling meeting room of the Midnight Pack. The heavy, hand-carved oak table, polished to a gleam, was the centerpiece, surrounded by chairs crafted from the same dark wood. At its head, Nathan, the alpha of the Midnight Pack, sat with a regal bearing. His silver hair, streaked with the wisdom of countless years, framed a face weathered by battles, both inner and outer. His gaze, sharp and piercing, met Draven"s across the table.

Draven, the exiled alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, was a study in contrasts. Even in the muted light of the oil lamps, his fiery red hair shone, a stark contrast to his deeply tanned skin. His eyes, flecked with gold, held the smoldering intensity of a volcano ready to erupt. His broad chest, encased in a dark leather vest, hinted at the raw power beneath, a power that had been tempered by years of exile.

He leaned forward, his gaze unwavering. "Nathan." he began, his voice a low rumble, "I"ve com