"Do you hear that?" My voice trembled, barely above a whisper as I stood beside the edge of the clearing. The crisp night air carried an ominous scent—a mixture of tension and something darker, something foreign.
Kael, standing tall beside me, narrowed his eyes as he listened. "It’s them. They’ve come."
I didn’t need to ask who. The rival pack—the ones we had known were watching from the shadows—had finally made their move. Their presence sent ripples through the air, thick with power and the scent of unfamiliar wolves.
"Should we prepare?" I asked, my hands subconsciously brushing against the familiar pouch hanging at my side. Inside it was the Moonstone, the relic I had kept hidden for years, a token of my strength and a symbol of my bond to the Moon Goddess.
"Prepare? We should have
