The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silver glow over the trees as we waited in the central courtyard of the packhouse. The tension was palpable, every breath heavy with anticipation. The werebears were coming. It was a thought that filled me with both relief and unease. We needed their strength, but the uncertainty of how our alliance would play out weighed heavily on my mind.
The pack had gathered, warriors standing ready, their faces tense and alert. Even the Omegas, who normally kept to the background during such moments, were present, their eyes wide as they waited for the new arrivals. The air buzzed with nervous energy, a sense of foreboding creeping through the ranks. The rogues were getting closer, and every moment we spent waiting felt like a step closer to disaster.
I stood
