Victor stood tall amidst the growing tension, his demeanor calm, almost casual, as though he were discussing the weather. "Relax," he said, his tone steady but unnervingly dismissive. "The fallen angels aren't here to harm anyone. They're only here for the treasures kept with Vandora, the Hell Beast. Once they've retrieved what they came for, everyone can go back to their daily lives as if nothing happened."
The room fell silent, his words sinking in like venom. His nonchalant delivery only added to the insult, sparking an undercurrent of anger in the werewolf commanders.
Commander Marian's fists clenched at her sides, and one of the younger commanders growled low in his throat.
The idea that their Alpha—the one who was supposed to protect them—was siding with their sworn enemies, the fallen angels, an enemy of the entire known universe, was beyond comprehension.