Rising Tensions
As the remaining pack members assembled in the main hall, the atmosphere in the packhouse was oppressive. Kieran was at the front, his face solemn yet determined. Beside him, Elara's amulet was dimly gleaming, serving as a reminder of the weight and power she held.
Kieran said, his voice breaking over the mutterings of dissatisfaction, "We've been weakened." We're not broken, though. We shall endure this, just as Moonveil has survived worse.
Out of the crowd, someone exclaimed, "How?" "Half of our fighters simply left." Among us, Cassandra is the strongest.
Elara took a step forward and looked around at the assembled wolves. Strength is more than simply numbers. It's about trusting one another and being united. Aldric has already triumphed if we allow fear to further se
