Chapter88: The werewolves and humans summit

KELLY THOMPSON'S POV  The moon hung heavy and full, a silent witness to the gravity of our undertaking. My fingers traced the ancient markings on the map spread before us, lines intertwining like the fates of two species teetering on the brink of an alliance-or war. "Jason," I began, my voice steady despite the storm brewing within me, "the time has come to unite our worlds. We must convene the werewolf alliance and the human leaders. If we are to build a peaceful universe, it begins with understanding." My husband, Alpha King Jason, stood by the window, his silhouette etched against the silver glow of the night. "I agree, Kelly. I'll send the invitations to the royal palace at dawn. It's imperative every pack leader and their human counterparts receive the olive branch you extend." The days that followed were cloaked in a tense anticipation. When the time came, we welcomed the array of dignitaries to our summit, the grand hall echoing with the low murmur of voices both human and not.