Chapter121: The council of packs 1

KELLY THOMPSON'S POV  The howl pierced the grandeur of the hall like a warning from the shadows, and in an instant, darkness swallowed us whole. A harbinger's cry – it was never mistaken for anything less than a portent of doom. I could feel the collective breath catch, as if the entire Council of Packs held its lungs captive in fear. The Black Faes were a specter that haunted our nights, and now, their threat loomed invisible yet palpable among us. "Kelly, what's happening?" The voice, strained with urgency, cut through the confusion. Faces turned towards me, illuminated by the sporadic flicker of the few remaining embers in the hearth. Their eyes-a kaleidoscope of shock and dread-searched mine for assurance I struggled to muster. "Everyone, remain calm," I commanded, my voice deliberately steady, betraying none of the icy tendrils of apprehension that wrapped around my own heart. "Jason?" My gaze sought out his silhouette, a bastion of strength even as his form blurred with the other