POV: Elara
The sun was setting, painting the sky in streaks of deep orange and crimson, when the warning howl ripped through the air. The sound cut through the chatter of the training grounds, silencing every wolf mid-step. My heart sank as the meaning of the call registered: an attack, just beyond the border.
I was already moving before the echoes faded, shouting commands as I ran toward the armory. Wolves scrambled to follow, their training kicking in as they armed themselves with knives and spears, their faces set with grim determination. The tension that had been simmering in the pack boiled over into urgency.
“Osric, gather the patrols!” I barked as I reached him near the edge of the compound. He nodded sharply, already moving to organize the wolves closest to the border.
Dante ap
