Chapter 8: The Alpha Council

William sprang up from his bed, jolted by the sunlight streaming through his bedroom window, piercing his eyes. He rushed into the bathroom and leaned over the basin, welcoming the cool water that cascaded over his head, a futile attempt to alleviate the throbbing migraine that had plagued him upon waking.

As he stared at his reflection in the mirror, an odd yet profound dream lingered in his mind, though the details remained frustratingly elusive. Straining to remember only worsened his headache.

Glancing at the wall clock, realization washed over him - he was dreadfully late for the Alpha Council meeting. "Oh no," he muttered, hurrying back to the bathroom to prepare himself.

In less than thirty minutes, William dashed out of his room and took the stairs with purpose, aiming to minimize his tardiness. With an air of authority, he entered the pack's common room. As the Alpha of the Twilights, his mere presence commanded respect, and everyone acknowledged him with slight head bows, to