Dark Moon Pack: Council Room
Valerie adjusted her tailored blazer as she strode confidently into the Dark Moon Pack council room. She had exciting news to share with her father, Alpha Gregory, and her brother Zane about her school, but the moment she entered, she sensed something was off.
Her father stood at the head of the large oak table, his arms crossed as he spoke with a group of sharply dressed individuals. They were presenting documents and gesturing enthusiastically toward him. Gregory's face, etched with concentration, betrayed his curiosity and wariness.
“Ah, Valerie,” Gregory said, noticing her. “These gentlemen are potential investors for the Pack’s future developments. They’ve proposed some intriguing opportunities to expand our territory and businesses.”
Valerie nodded politely but kept her distance. Something about the group made her stomach churn. She listened quietly as one of the men, the apparent leader, spoke in broken English with a thick Spanish accent. He fumbled over his words as he presented vague terms about investments.
But then Valerie caught it—the sudden switch to fluent Spanish among the group when they assumed no one in the room could understand.
"El viejo es un blanco fácil. Después de esto, lo despojaremos de cada centavo." (Translation: *The old man is an easy target. After this, we’ll strip him of every penny.*)
Valerie’s heart raced, anger bubbling within her. They were planning to scam her father and take advantage of his trust. She clenched her fists, determined not to let it happen.