The storm had arrived.
Days had passed since the scouting party returned, but the Rising Moon Pack remained restless.
The revelation of the shadow creature had shaken them, and despite the rigorous training and preparations, a sense of unease gripped the pack.
Christine had seen war before, but this was different. The enemy they faced was something beyond their understanding, something unnatural.
Christine stood in the council chamber, her arms crossed as she listened to Adam and the elders discussing their next course of action. Cain and Caleb sat silently beside them, their expressions unreadable.
“We need more information,” Adam said, his voice steady but firm.
“We can’t prepare for an enemy we don’t understand. The Shadowfang messenger wasn’t exaggerating. This isn’t just anot
