Chapter63: Remembrance - One

KELLY THOMPSON'S POV  The weight of leadership pressed upon me, heavy as the crown that graced my brow. Paul Biansky stood before me, his body a map of bruises and cuts, the toll of his loyalty etched into his flesh. "Paul," I began, my voice low, threading through the silence of the chamber like a nocturnal whisper. "I need your eyes and ears where we cannot tread. You must slip through the shadows and gather what intelligence you can on Alpha Biansky's movements. Be as cautious as the night wind, as discreet as the moon's secrets." His nod was solemn, the glint in his eye an unspoken vow to return with the knowledge that could turn the tides in our favor-or at least warn us of the storm brewing on the horizon. I trusted him, not merely as a warrior but as a sentinel in the dark watches of our uncertainty. Turning from Paul, I found Jason already moving among our gathered warriors, his stature commanding even in silence. His voice rose, clear and authoritative, ringing against the sto