Sera’s POV
Borders of the Still Moon Pack
The chirping birds flew away, and rabbits raced into hiding. A sudden noise of breaking branches alerted us to the enemy’s approach. The rhythmic sounds of wolves’ paws hitting the ground drifted into my ears. A glance at the edge of the pack borders revealed Ralf’s fifty-man army. My pulse quickened at the impending battle.
Miles signaled to the others to get into position. The enemy was a few minutes from the first trap we’d laid. I recognized Ralf’s medium-sized light brown wolf at the head of the team. Besides him was a menacing, thin black wolf riddled with scars. He had narrow, opaque eyes, which gave him a cunning look.
The rest were medium-sized, average-looking-looking, hungry wolves. They looked like they’d not had a full belly for da
