48. Dissapointed

With just a few days to prepare, Andrei has already sent envoys that accompanied by the guards. By just a week, their fruits of labour can finally be seen as the envoys one by one returns to the pack alongside with their designated rogue and refuge werewolf to recruit. Andrei gathered their new members of the pack into the communal space and greets them with a signified poise.

As the newly recruited werewolves gathered before him, Andrei's commanding presence exuded authority and wisdom. He stood tall, his gaze sweeping over the assembled crowd, their eyes fixed upon him with anticipation and respect.

"My fellow brethens” Andrei began, his voice steady and resonant. "Let me welcome you to our tribe, I am the Alpha of the silvermoon tribe, the tribe that once fought valiantly against the vampires and the last bastion of our kind.”

A hushed silence fell over the crowd, each werewolf hanging onto Andrei's every word, their expressions reflecting a mixture of curiosity and determination.