THE SHADOW STRATEGY
The forest was eerily quiet in the aftermath of the first assault. Moonlight filtered through the tall pine trees, silver dust settling over the scarred ground where the pack had fought the shadows. Wolves moved cautiously, tails low but alert, ears flicking at every whisper of wind. The young wolves trembled slightly, still processing the sheer unnaturalness of what they had faced, while older warriors cleaned wounds, adjusted torn fur, and recovered their strength.
Lykos stood at the center of the clearing, silver aura dim but steady, eyes scanning the pack. His jaw was tight, muscles taut even in stillness, wolf growl low and simmering. Aria hovered beside him, silver fire tracing faint patterns along her skin, eyes sharp and calculating. Together, they exuded a ca
