When Alistair Greymoore reached the VIP area where the council members were seated, he lowered his head in a respectful bow, following proper werewolf etiquette. Once acknowledged, he stood quietly to the side, composed and waiting. Tradition dictated that no one could speak before the council without permission… unless, of course, the matter involved life or death for a werewolf.
The duel in the coliseum had already become monotonous for the council members. What had begun as a high-stakes confrontation between powerful alphas now dragged on tediously. The audience's energy had dimmed, and the council members just wanted the match to end so they could return to their homes. But Alistair's sudden and formal arrival at the VIP platform raised eyebrows. Something was wrong.
It was Sarika, the Priest of the werewolves, who broke the silence first.
"Is there something you wish to say, Alistair?" she asked, her tone calm but inquisitive.
