Ethan paced around inside his tent, his eyes darting from one map to another. He had convened an emergency gathering of his most trusted pack members and they waited for him outside beneath the silver-lit night. The air crackled with tension as the werewolf council's ultimatum hung heavy in the night.
He looked through the window and glanced at them, seated in a circle, with a fire burning in the middle. They were his loyal friends, his family, his warriors. They had followed him through thick and thin, and they had agreed to help him with his mission. But he could see the doubt and fear in their eyes. With a deep breath, he stepped outside to address them.
The meeting began under a heavy silence. The ancient trees, witnesses to countless pack discussions, stood sentinel as Ethan faced his pack, their faces grim and determined. Ethan heaved a huge sigh before speaking, his voice low and steady.