The night of the ambush descended with a deceptive calm. The moon hung high in the sky, casting its silver glow over the pack house. Inside, laughter and warmth filled the halls as the pack went about their evening. It was a tranquil scene, but one that would soon be shattered.
Ava stood in the courtyard, pretending to admire the stars. She had ensured that every piece of her plan was in motion, her allies lying in wait in the surrounding woods. Her heart pounded as she glanced toward the pack house, a mix of guilt and grim determination twisting inside her.
The first sign came with a distant howl. It was sharp and foreign, echoing through the night. The pack members paused, their conversations halting mid-sentence as the sound reverberated.
“What was that?” one of the warriors muttered
