CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR
The first hints of dawn brush the horizon with tender strokes of pastel hues, painting away the darkness that had shrouded our fears through the night. I stand watch on the border of the Silver Paws territory, my body taut as a bowstring, ready to unleash flames upon any rogue daring enough to breach the peace of these early hours. But as the sky lightens and birds begin their tentative morning songs, it's clear there will be no attack today.
Relief courses through me, warm and soothing, yet the tension doesn't fully leave my shoulders. The rogues are unpredictable, their attacks sporadic and ruthless. They could come at any time, and we must remain vigilant. Beside me, members of both our pack and the Shadow Tail pack begin to relax, exchanging weary smiles that bar
