Peniel
The Lunar Solstice Pack's den was chaos incarnate. Warriors rushed in and out of the great hall, their boots scuffing the worn wooden floor. Shouts of strategy and tension filled the air as maps were spread across tables and frantic gestures marked the locations of unknown threats. Every corner buzzed with urgency. And me? I sat perched on the edge of my bed in my quarters, legs crossed, a bowl of roasted nuts in my lap, watching the storm from the safety of my open doorway.
Every now and then, I popped a nut into my mouth, crunching thoughtfully as I observed the pack scrambling to prepare. Their desperation was almost comical. I let out a soft chuckle, shaking my head. Mortals and their endless need to outmaneuver the inevitable.
"Do you really enjoy this?" Nyx's voice cut thr
