Chapter69: Preparing the grand battle

KELLY THOMPSON'S POV  The air in the war room was charged, a palpable tension that clung to every shadowed corner and whispered of the impending storm. I stood at the head of the ancient oak table, its surface etched with the scars of countless strategy sessions. My allies encircled me, their faces etched with lines of concern and determination. With my back ramrod straight and chin lifted in defiance of the creeping dread, I met each of their gazes squarely. "Alpha Biansky's pack moves under the cloak of treachery, bolstered by The Black Faes' dark whispers," I began, my voice resonating through the silence. "They are not mere shadows skulking in the night; they are an eclipse poised to smother our light." My fingers brushed over the intricate map spread before us, tracing the borders of our territory-a land we had defended with blood and bone. "We must bind together as the moon waxes with unity, or we'll crumble like leaves underfoot when it wanes into division." Paul Biansky's jaw c