The morning dawned with an eerie stillness, as if the very atmosphere held its breath in anticipation of the impending storm. The air hung heavy with a sense of foreboding, casting a shadow over the landscape. Nature seemed to mirror the internal turmoil of the pack, with dark clouds gathering overhead and a palpable tension in the air.
The chirping of birds was replaced by an unsettling silence, and even the gentle breeze carried an undercurrent of unease. It was as if the world itself sensed the weight of the imminent disaster that loomed on the horizon, and all beings braced themselves for the storm that was about to break.
Thessalia stood on high alert, her senses heightened and her body tense. An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of her stomach as she surveyed her surroundings. Eve
