Chapter 112

The low hum of voices filled the dimly lit meeting hall as I sat at the head of the long, oak table, flanked by Xander and the elders of the Pack. The air was thick with tension, the weight of impending danger looming over us like a storm cloud. We were in the midst of a crucial meeting about the surging rogue activity on our borders. My head was pounding from all the thoughts and amidst this chaos my satellite phone rang, alerting me, Xander caught my eye and I excused myself from the table and stepped into the shadows, my fingers tightening around the phone as I pressed it to my ear. “Grace,” Rober said from the other side, his voice tight with tension. "Robert, what's going on?" I demanded, my tone edged with concern. "Grace," his voice crackled through the line, urgency evident, "we've located Morax's lair. We need your help to find the entrance and attack them." My jaw clenched at the news. Morax, Lizzie’s master, whom we had been hunting for months, was finally within reach. I gl