Ravenspire slept uneasily under the moonlight, the cliffs bathed in silver-violet glow. The first scouts of the shadow wolves had retreated, but Lukas felt the tension in the air—something bigger was coming.
The young Moonmarked wolves gathered on the cliffs, crescents glowing brightly, tails high but muscles tense. This was no ordinary training. This was preparation for a real battle—one the pack had never faced.
Lukas’s silver-violet aura flared, steady and commanding. “The shadow wolves tested us last night. They will return, stronger and more coordinated. Today, we prepare—not just to defend Ravenspire, but to dominate the battlefield. Remember: unity is our greatest weapon. The tether is your strength. Trust it.”
Kaerin sharpened her blade, eyes narrowing. “We’ve faced death before
