Outside, the camp was eerily quiet. The moonlight cast long shadows, and the rustling of leaves was the only sound. Aria scanned the area, her eyes searching for any sign of movement.
Then, she saw it—a shadowy figure moving stealthily through the trees. Her pulse quickened as she realized that someone was attempting to infiltrate the camp. Without hesitation, she followed the figure, her movements silent and deliberate.
The figure led her to a secluded spot on the edge of the camp. Aria watched as the figure began to tamper with some equipment—a set of supplies that had been set up for the defense preparations. Her heart sank as she recognized the figure as one of the pack members.
She stepped closer, her voice low and tense. “What are you doing?”
The figure turned, revealing a face s
