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The speaker cleared his throat, his voice dropping into a deeper, graver tone that echoed heavily through the massive speakers. "This group is a brand-new threat. They emerged just about two months ago, but the destruction they have caused is already unimaginable. They call themselves the New Order." He paused, letting the ominous name sink into the minds of the quiet crowd. "They do not operate like normal rogues. They move secretly from pack to pack, leaving nothing but piles of bodies in their wake. They have the numbers, they have the weapons, and most terrifyingly, they possess the power to take down a True Alpha. As of today, they have already murdered ten powerful Alphas."

A collective gasp rippled through the stands. Alphas were supposed to be nearly invincible, yet ten had fallen in a matter of weeks.

The man on the stage gripped the microphone tighter, his knuckles turning white. "Their motivation is what makes them truly insane. They claim they are searching for a specific girl-a girl who carries a distinct, ancient mark on her skin. According to them, this girl is the ultimate key to cleansing the entire world. They firmly believe in a prophecy that predicts absolute, mass destruction for everyone if they do not find her in time. They think they are saving the world by committing these atrocities."

He shook his head, his face twisting into a mask of pure frustration. "I have no idea who this girl is, or what kind of mark she bears. But I am begging every single person in this room today-if you know anyone, or if you notice any female in your territory with a strange mark, hand her over immediately." He looked out across the sea of leaders, his eyes pleading. "Sacrificing the life of just one person to save the lives of millions is a trade we must be willing to make. How many more of our people have to die before we take this seriously?"

The moment those words left his mouth, the heavy silence shattered. The stadium erupted into absolute chaos.

"How am I supposed to find a marked girl in a pack of thousands?" a burly Alpha roared from the lower tier, his face turning bright red as he slammed his fist against the armrest. "What do you expect me to do? Force every single female in my territory to strip naked just so I can check their skin?"

Shouts of agreement boomed from every corner. The crowd transformed into a roaring ocean of anger and confusion, everyone talking over one another. Neighbors began arguing, and the temperature in the room seemed to spike with collective rage.

The organizer on the stage held up his hands, waving them frantically to get the crowd under control. "Calm down! Please, everyone, calm down!" he shouted into the microphone, his voice straining against the noise. "We need order! One person at a time!"

Slowly, the shouting died down to a low rumble as another Alpha stood up from his seat. He adjusted his heavy leather jacket, his expression grim. "Let's say we search and we still can't find this girl," he called out, his voice cutting through the remaining murmurs. "How are we supposed to protect our people when this New Order comes knocking on our gates? What is the battle plan?"

The speaker at the center of the stadium lowered his head, the weight of the question visibly pressing down on his shoulders. "We are still actively investigating their hideouts and their tactics," he admitted, his voice laced with a grim honesty. "But from what we have gathered so far, they are incredibly dangerous. Every single pack they enter is completely wiped out. When they leave a territory, it is nothing but a wasteland of blood. They leave absolutely no witnesses. No one who has ever looked them in the eye has survived to tell us what they look like."

He let out a heavy sigh, looking completely defeated under the bright stadium lights. "As of this exact moment, we do not know how to stop them, nor do we know how to prevent their attacks. The only advice I can give you right now is to return to your lands, fortify your borders, and double your security measures. Keep your guards on high alert twenty-four hours a day."

He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead, looking around the massive room. "Are there any other questions?"

Deep within the crowd, a large, heavy-set Alpha slowly pushed himself up from his chair. He was a massive man with a protruding belly that stretched the fabric of his expensive shirt, and a thick, wild beard covered most of his face. He didn't seem to share the panic of the rest of the room; instead, he casually swirled a half-empty glass of alcohol in his hand

A disgusting, arrogant smirk spread across his face as he looked toward the stage. "What if the girl with the mark is actually living in my pack," he called out, his voice dripping with crude amusement, "but the mark happens to be hidden inside her pussy?"