A Doubtful Friend: A Competing Pack's Offer
Moonveil was in ruins after the siege, its soldiers fatigued and injured. The once-proud citadel had been reduced to a battleground of broken stone and torn dirt, and the air was heavy with the smell of smoke and blood. Standing next to Kieran, Elara surveyed the damage. Although the bodies had been transported, the scars were still visible, with shattered weapons strewn across the training fields, deep claw marks carved into the ground, and the distant cries of the wounded.
A scout, breathing heavily, hurried into the battle room before they could reassemble. "Elara, Alpha Kieran! We have a pack at our border. They want to engage in negotiations.
Kieran and Elara looked at each other suspiciously. "Who?"
"The Blackthorn Pack," replied the sc
