The morning sun filtered through the dense canopy, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. The air was thick with anticipation, every rustle of leaves and snap of twigs setting nerves on edge.
Kane stood at the edge of the training grounds, his gaze fixed on the horizon. The usual sounds of sparring and laughter were absent, replaced by a heavy silence that pressed down on the pack like a weight.
I approached him quietly, my footsteps muffled by the soft earth. "They're scared," I said softly.
He nodded, his jaw tight. "They have every right to be."
The recent attacks had left the pack shaken. Syren's message was clear: she was watching, waiting, and ready to strike.
"We need to rally them," I said. "Remind them of who we are."
Kane turned to me, his eyes hard. "Then let's
