The forest trembled under the weight of anticipation. Every leaf shivered, every shadow seemed to move with intent. Lyra stood at the edge of the clearing, silver light pulsing along her paws, wolf instincts coiled and ready. The Moon hung high, bathing everything in cold, stark silver.
Adrian and Mira flanked her, alert and tense. The battle with the ancient Alpha had left its mark, and the warning of the gathering storm echoed in every rustle of the trees. Lyra’s wolf growled low. They’re coming The storm is rising.
Movement rippled through the treeline. Packs of shadowed predators, their eyes glinting, emerged from the darkness, converging with deadly precision. This was no random attack, it was a coordinated effort.
Adrian’s jaw tightened. “Lyra There are too many of them. We need
