The war room slowly emptied after the final agreements were made.
Human generals gathered their parchments carefully and moved toward different exits beneath the underground fortress.
Two weeks of constant and heavy planning fixed a lot.
Despite the confidence shown during discussions, every human inside that chamber understood exactly what stood against them.
Werewolves.
They were not soldiers, and not ordinary enemies, but creatures capable of tearing through steel with bare hands and healing from wounds that would kill humans instantly.
Fear existed in the room.
Ambassador Stephen remained seated longer than the others. His fingers tapped once against the wooden armrest while his gaze followed the movement of soldiers through the chamber.
Across the room, several large maps had already been replaced with newer ones of wolf territories, marked routes, supply lines, and places already infiltrated quietly over the past few months.
The planning had gone too far to fail now.
