CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE
The ground is littered with the remnants of battle, the sharp tang of blood mingles with the earthen scent of the forest. My heart hammers in my chest, a relentless drumbeat that matches the thrumming of paws against the ground. The rogue wolves, their fur matted with dirt and defeat, retreat into the thickets, tails tucked between their legs. I stand amidst the Silver Paws and Shadow Tail wolves, our collective breaths creating a misty cloud in the cool air, signaling the end of the confrontation.
We've won.
My packmates exchange weary, triumphant glances as the last of the rogues disappear into the shadows. There's a sense of unity that wasn't there before, a bond forged through shared strife. The Silver Paws and Shadow Tails are no longer separate entities; we're a
