Chapter 9: Beneath The Whispers

In the Silverclaw Pack, Malrik sat upon his dark throne, his fingers drumming slowly against the armrest. The heavy doors creaked open, and the Elders entered, their robes sweeping the cold marble floor. One of them bowed deeply and said, "Greetings, King Malrik."

Malrik raised his head slightly, his eyes sharp and calculating. "Greetings. To what do I owe this visit?"

The Elders exchanged uneasy glances before settling into the chairs before him. Finally, one cleared his throat and said, "There is a problem, my king."

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