The forest was alive with tension, every howl in the distance like the tolling of a bell. Kane’s forces were moving quickly, their approach a menacing drumbeat in the minds of the Blackwood wolves. The camp was a hive of activity, wolves rushing to fortify defences, sharpen weapons, and prepare for the fight of their lives.
Lyla stood at the edge of the clearing, her dagger strapped to her side and a satchel of herbs slung across her shoulder. She watched the others prepare, her stomach churning with a mix of fear and determination. This wasn’t like the smaller skirmishes they’d faced before. This was war.
Eli approached, his green eyes sharp and focused. “Lyla,” he said, his voice calm but firm, “we don’t have much time. Kane’s bringing everything he has, and we need to be ready.”
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