Dante’s POV
The grand hall buzzed with tension. This wasn’t just any meeting, it was a gathering of the pack’s most influential members, often summoned for a crisis discussion.
The recent attack on the Moon Lord Pack had drained us. Resources were stretched thin. Our warriors—loyal, battle-hardened wolves—were wounded, some so gravely that they wouldn’t return to the battlefield for months. We needed reinforcements, but war wasn’t just fought with claws and fangs. It required wealth, provisions, and strategy. Right now, we were lacking all three.
Then came the issue of recruitment. We needed new soldiers, but the cost of building an army was staggering. Someone suggested cutting the current warriors’ salaries to fund new recruits.
My jaw clenched.
The army was the backbone of our pack. If we slashed their wages, how would we retain our best fighters? How would we keep morale from collapsing? But the rules of my pack dictate that the decision of majority prevailed. I was not a tyrant. T
