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The moon cast its silvery glow over the Greenside Pack's territory, illuminating the sentries stationed at the eastern border. Lyrik, a seasoned warrior, stood vigilant alongside younger sentinel, Akira.
As they patrolled, Akira's sensitive nose picked up an unusual scent - faint, but unmistakable. Her eyes widened, and she grasped Lyrik's arm.
"Rogues," Akira whispered urgently, her gaze locked on the distant trees.
Lyrik's expression darkened. "Get to Alpha Ryder, now. Warn him."
Akira sprinted toward the heart of the territory, leaving Lyrik to alert the nearby sentries.
As Akira ran, the forest seemed to grow darker, the shadows twisting into menacing forms. She burst into Ryder's chambers, out of breath.
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Ryder's POV
I stood tall, my eyes scanning the maps
