Under Siege
The quiet of the night was shattered by the sharp sound of wolves howling in the distance. It was a sound that always sent a shiver down Caleb’s spine, but tonight, it felt different—urgent, almost frenzied.
He stood in the center of the pack’s camp, eyes scanning the horizon, his senses heightened. The wind carried with it a subtle shift in the air—something was coming. He could feel it in the pit of his stomach, that gnawing sense of dread that had become all too familiar since the rogue attacks began.
It had been weeks since the first attack—a small skirmish that had caught them off guard. But now, as the moon rose higher in the sky, Caleb couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. The attacks were no longer random; they were more deliberate, more focused. And C
