The Crescent Moon Pack had never known this kind of fear, not even in recent times. The incident with Mira had sent shockwaves across the entire territory. Tension lingered in the air like heavy fog, and every pack member moved with caution, casting wary glances over their shoulders. The once lively village had grown eerily quiet.
Every movement was monitored and every meal inspected.
Any food or drink going in or out of the packhouse was strictly examined by trusted hands. Guards were stationed at every corner, watching silently for any sign of unusual activity. Restricted zones had been reinforced, and new ones established. Anyone found outside past curfew faced serious consequences, no sought of excuse would be entertained.
But fear breeds questions, and questions breed rumors.
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