"Alpha, we are under attack!" The head warrior's voice, sharp and laced with fear, shattered the intimate moment. Draven's expression hardened, his eyes losing their warmth and filling with the cold light of command.
"Everyone, split into groups and spread out around the territory!" he roared, his voice carrying the weight of an Alpha. "All young warriors, take the pregnant women and children to the packhouse. Guard them with your lives!"
The pack reacted instantly. There was no hesitation, no confusion. Wolves peeled off into pre-determined groups, their movements a blur of fur and muscle. The air filled with the scent of adrenaline and determination as they raced toward the borders, claws already extended. It was a terrifyingly beautiful display of instinct and discipline, a testament
