As they moved through the shadows towards the packhouse, Thessalia couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. They had no weapons and no backup, and the attackers could be lurking around any corner. She wished she had brought her hunting knife with her, but it was back at the pack house. They would have to rely on their wits and their strength to get through this.
Suddenly, a rustling sound caught their attention, and they froze in their tracks. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she slowly turned to face the source of the noise. She saw a figure moving in the shadows, and her instincts told her to run. But she knew they couldn't just leave, not when they could be in great danger.
"Stay alert!" she whispered, and they continued to move forward, inching towards the figure.
As they tur
