Chapter 256. War-torn Grosthe

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The meeting concludes, and the Lords of Grothe City exit in pairs, their faces etched with grit. The power balance in the council, once held by the Croft family and in recent times, the daughter of the late General Richard, now hangs by a thread, broken into fractions by a disagreement, with each side silently preparing for war.

Grothe City thrives in the shadows, where criminal families maintain control through delicate, hushed rules. But the once-stable peace has begun to fracture. Ambitions keep growing, even amongst the werewolves, alliances crushing. Now the streets hum with a restless energy of what is to come.

Days later, inside Don's office, the air is thick with supreme aura and smoke. The light casting long shadows across the mahogany desk where Don sits, reclining in his leather chair. His cigar smolders between his fingers, the tendrils of the smoke swirling lazily upward.

“Brutus," he growls, his voice low and commanding