[Donald's Perspective]
This wasn't the first time I was in Armstrong's office, but we usually had a lot of people here to discuss matters. This was the first time we were alone.
Armstrong sat back down at his table, a little exhausted, but he poured me a glass of water.
The recent chain of events had been a major blow to him and his pack, and we both knew that this was only the beginning. There were no casualties tonight, but what would happen next? When would this end? I knew the questions weighed heavily on our minds, but we couldn't back down because everyone's safety depended on us.
"What did His Majesty want to tell me?" Armstrong said.
"This attack is more complicated than we thought," I said. "I thought it was just an ordinary pack fight, with at most some defected Lycans involved. But it looks like it's far more complicated than that."
Armstrong's expression turned serious. "Why do you say that?" he asked.