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37. The Gathering Storm
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2025-07-10 06:00:58In a grand chamber at the heart of an ancient stone castle, Alpha Krugan sat upon his high throne—black stone veined with silver, towering above the room like a monument to power. Before him stood three large chairs, prepared for guests who were far from ordinary.
Tonight, Krugan hosted Alphas of the three largest packs from beyond the Umbra borders:
Alpha Maeron of Woodstorm Pack, Alpha Selrik of Nightshade Pack, and Alpha Thorne of Shadowbrook Pack.The firelight crackled in the hearth, casting sinister shadows across the granite walls. Krugan rose slowly, his massive form cloaked in wolfskin fur that trailed along the floor like smoke. His eyes, hard as frozen steel, swept across his guests as they arrived.
“Brothers,” Krugan said, his voice low and cold like tempered iron. “Thank you for coming in these urgent times.”
Alpha Maeron—tall and proud, his thick silv
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