The warning horn echoed through the camp long after the final note faded into the storm.
Every conversation stopped immediately.
Wolves emerged from shelters, training structures, and supply tents, their expressions shifting from confusion to concern as they searched the darkness beyond the camp's boundaries. Rain continued pouring from the sky in heavy sheets, turning the clearing into a maze of muddy pathways illuminated only by firelight and occasional flashes of lightning.
Nyra and Darius were already moving before the second horn sounded.
The northern perimeter sat beyond a narrow stretch of forest where the terrain gradually rose into rocky hills. The path had become slick from the weather, forcing everyone to watch their footing as they hurried through the darkness. Patrol wolve
