The moon was high in the sky, casting a pale glow over the forest as the pack assembled on the southern edge of our territory. The air was thick with tension, a palpable energy that filled every breath, every glance exchanged. It was a strange feeling—knowing that we were standing on the brink of a battle that could alter everything we had worked to protect. I took a deep breath, steadying myself as I scanned the faces around me. Each wolf here was a testament to Maeve’s leadership and the strength of the pack.
Maeve was near the front, her stance unwavering, radiating a fierce determination that was unmistakable. She looked like she was born to lead, her gaze intense as she surveyed the ranks. I watched her, my heart swelling with pride and a fierce protectiveness that only seemed to gro
