The western ridge had always been a place of tension. From here, scouts could watch the forests stretch endlessly, the trees swaying like restless ghosts in the wind. Tonight, however, it felt different, heavier, almost alive, as if the mountains themselves were bracing for something.
I crouched low behind a cluster of frost covered rocks, the cold seeping into my bones but doing little to slow the racing of my heart. Mira was beside me, silent and tense, her keen eyes scanning the darkened valley below. Corvin had taken a position a little farther east, disappearing into the shadows to monitor a different approach path. Our long range scouts, Lysa and Farren were already deep in the forest, moving along paths no wolf could follow without leaving tracks, sending back whispers through the
