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His voice was steady, but I could feel the undercurrent of anger bubbling beneath the surface. One of the elders, a tall, wiry man with sharp gray eyes, stood up. "Alpha Gaius," he said, his tone as cold as the winter winds. "We’ve been summoning you for weeks. It seems you’ve been ignoring our letters." I knew who the Elder was. In fact, I knew who all the Elders were, thanks to my father and his ruthless ways which made the council of Elders regular visitors to our pack back then. Elder Marcus was the first to speak among the trio.

The Elders of the Council. At the center of the group stood Elder Aldric, his piercing silver eyes sweeping over the hall before landing on me. His presence alone carried the weight of centuries—his long, silver-streaked hair was tied back neatly, and deep lines etched his weathered face, marking him as a man who had seen many battles and survived them all. He took a step forward, his posture straight, unyielding. “Alpha Caius. Luna Lira.” His voice carried through the hall with quiet authority. “We have come because we heard troubling news.”

She had fiery red hair and when her dragon was in control her pupils would turn into slits. Lastly was Elder Kian he was from the werewolf realm and also the quadruplets father. He was a big man with army green eyes and blond hair that none of the boys received. Kian looked exactly like he did the day he left to join the elders and that’s because elders do not age like others, some elders live through 7 millenniums. All the elders wore a blue robe that covered their entire body. Joshua was the first to meet the elders at the entrant’s hall of the pack house. He bowed before the elders.

As Annatoria was dragged into the council room, her gaze locked with the elders seated in a rigid semicircle, their faces devoid of emotion. They resembled statues carved from stone, unyielding and unforgiving. Elder Scrolls, the oldest and most revered Lycan, sat at the far end, his throne an imposing symbol of authority that dominated the room.Their stern faces gnawed at her but, she was eager to hear them listen to her own part of the Story.

The people called the place the evil forest, but Valerik doubted they knew what truly resided within it. "Father Valerik," the elder greeted him. He was the only man in the village that called him by the name and spoke in the language of the realm. Despite their friendship, he remained an elder, and Valerik favored him with a curt bow. "May I have a word with elder Okola?" Valerik requested of the elders. They gave their nods. And as elder Okola took him to the side, the elders ordered the villagers scatter. "How is Dimma?" he asked when they were free of the crowd, walking together.

She’s not a mommy’s girl nor a daddy’s girl. Askar Is a 17 year old who is Hindu and Immortal. Who cannot be destroyed. His Ancestors' religion is Hindu, which haunts him. He doesn’t quite fit well in his family. It all changes when he gets turned immortal by his human mom who births him.. His life flashes before his eyes seeing his mom die while birthing him will hunt him for all the years he shall live. Sooner than later he is a vampire trying to fit in with the humans. He isn’t like any other vampire, he doesn’t thrust for human blood. He is more disgusted with it, that each time his dad brought home some human for him to try, he would instantly puke it out. But what he really craves is a

Julian moved to take the seat, standing tall and confident, while I remained at his side, an unyielding sentinel, ready for any challenge that came our way. As Julian settled in, the atmosphere shifted, and I prepared myself for whatever storm was about to descend. The Elder’s gaze was grave as he studied Julian, as if trying to discern the truth hidden behind his facade. "You honor us with your presence, but tell me, what do you seek to reclaim? A seat before men who remember your mother as a distant memory? Or a place among the living? You must understand: this fortress holds bloodlines older than the West itself. We are not easily swayed by mere names."

I said to him and his eyes widened. “He’s been dead for eighteen years,” he said. “Why did you do it?” I asked him. “We were making money on the side, drugs mostly and he found out, it wasn’t personal,” he said to me. “It was personal to me,” I said to him. “Who are you?” “Alex Jennings, or if you believe in prophecies, the Ulfr Banamaðr,” I answered him. “He had a son?” he asked, slightly confused. “My mother had just found out she was pregnant when you all ousted her from the pack,” I said to him and he sat down on the bed.

The second elder asked, his veins shooting out of his head in anger. “I asked his name, why are you so worked up?” My lips curled into a smirk. “What do you know? You…” “It's okay,” The first elder held up his hand at his colleague. He should be the head of all elders. “I'm Elder Marrock,” He replied firmly. I had thought right. The name of this man rang a bell even in our far away pack. His exploits in battle was legendary. I bowed slightly before giving a provocative smile at the second elder. “And you? Do you mind supplying your name?”

"Sure enough, you haven't reached the Emperor Grand level yet, just a little closer, but even so, your strength is not below mine. Who are you?" "My name is Tadhg Walter." Tadhg Walter said with a smile. "It's the Alliance Lord of the living beings of the outside world. Do you know me?" "Never heard of it." The original Emperor Grand shook his head. "This world of origin, you are allowed in but not allowed out. The only person who can freely enter and exit, the Era God General is free. He has the Killing Religion source jade." "Are you and him enemies or enemies?"