*River*
The thrum of energy courses through me as I lead the pack through the forest, our paws pounding against the earth in a synchronized rhythm. The scent of pine and damp earth fills my lungs, blending with the adrenaline that surges through my veins. Each leap and bound sends a thrill through my wolf, a heady mix of urgency and determination. I can feel the bond with my pack tightening, a shared purpose binding us as we race toward the Lycan castle.
Time blurs as we weave through the trees, my senses heightened. I can hear the whispers of the forest, the rustling leaves, the distant calls of birds, all urging us onward. The air grows cooler as we pick up speed, the sun dipping lower in the sky, casting shadows that stretch like fingers across the ground. The thrill of the chase fuel
