Chapter 187

• The grand hall was bathed in the soft glow of morning light that filtered through the narrow windows. Its stone walls were adorned with ancient tapestries, while torches flickered in iron sconces, casting dancing shadows across the chamber.
• Alpha Randall sat at the head of the long oak table, his long hair, the color of midnight, hung loosely around his broad shoulders.
• "Alpha Randall?" From a very far distance, he heard someone calling out his name and that was when he jerked back to reality.