Karina walked through the quarantine zone, her senses heightened as she performed her daily rounds. The air was thick with tension, and the makeshift barriers separating the packs felt like fragile walls between uncertainty and control. Elara had volunteered to come with her today, perhaps to lend support or perhaps out of curiosity about the infected wolves. As they moved together, Karina could sense the other warriors keeping a respectful distance, understanding that any misstep here could endanger the entire pack.
As they neared the Crimson Claw's designated area, Karina's pulse quickened. She knew Derek was close, and the bitter tension that followed him like a shadow lingered in the air. When Derek appeared, his gaze immediately fixed on the two of them—on Karina and Elara, side by s
