Alpha Lorenzo
The sun rose over the horizon, casting shadows across the Lake view Pack's land.
I walked through the thick forest around the pack's main grounds. My senses stayed alert despite the calm that settled over the area in the two weeks since we beat the rogue witch leader.
The air felt crisp and fresh. Pine and earth mixed with the faint smell of wolves and traces of magic that stuck to the trees.
Conan walked next to me matching my pace. We moved in a quiet comfort as we looked at our pack's progress.
The fight had been tough leaving marks on the ground and in the minds of those who took part. We won though, and now we turned our attention to fixing things up and making our defenses stronger.
As we walked, I noticed everything...new walls going up around the edges, fighters
