The sun had fully dipped below the horizon by the time Liam and Camela approached the training grounds, a vast clearing deep in the woods where the pack honed their skills. The air had grown cooler, and the first stars twinkled in the darkening sky, casting a faint light over the quiet forest. The trees loomed tall, their branches swaying gently in the evening breeze. The world felt still, but Liam’s mind was anything but.
As they reached the clearing, Liam turned to Camela, his expression grim. **“We need to be ready for what’s coming. If the rogues are working with someone, we’re dealing with more than just a few stray wolves. We need to strengthen ourselves and the pack.”**
Camela gave a sharp nod, her face set with determination. **“I know. Let’s not waste any time.”**
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