14

It was a usual banquet at the large dinning hall of the Northern Pack filled with the intoxicating aroma of roasted meats and hearty stews. The long, oak table stretched before them, lined with werewolves eagerly awaiting their meal. At the head of the table sat Dax, the pack's Alpha, his piercing gaze surveying his pack with authority. Sitting beside him was Oscar.

As the pack enjoyed their meal, Oscar's voice boomed throughout the hall, capturing everyone's attention.

"My brothers and sisters," he began, his voice carrying the weight of command. "We have faced numerous challenges in defending our territory from the relentless Vagaries. They grow bolder with each passing moon, and it is time we take decisive action."

Dax nodded, his gaze fixed on Oscar.

"What do you propose?" he asked, his voice filled with anticipation.

Oscar's eyes gleamed with determination.

"I think we could hire more mercenaries," he declared.

"Experienced fighters who will bolster our ranks and aid us in th