The wind howled through the trees as Selene stood at the edge of the Whitefang territory, the distant sounds of nature muffled by the storm clouds gathering above. The moon, once a bright beacon in the sky, was now hidden, leaving the land in an eerie, unnatural darkness. A sense of foreboding hung in the air, as if the universe itself were preparing for the chaos that was about to unfold.
Selene stood tall, her back straight, her fingers clenched into fists at her sides. She had proven herself worthy of the Whitefangs' trust, and they had pledged their support in the fight ahead. But as the days passed, she had come to realize that the battle was not just about strength—it was about strategy, alliances, and the unseen forces working against her.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the soun
