Chapter 4

  As the morning sun crested over the horizon, I watched our pack begin mobilising for the impending battle. Wolves of all ages moved with grim determination, their usually melodic howls taking on a haunting tone as they prepared for warfare. 

  I made my way through the camp, my sharp gaze scanning the flurry of activity. Warriors were donning crude armour crafted from bone, leather, and wood - meagre protection but essential against the brutal force we would soon face.

  Luke appeared at my side, his expression a hardened mask mirroring my own. "The warriors are ready, Mother. We await your command."

  I nodded, focusing on the largest gathering - able-bodied wolves too old for battle ushering pups, elders, and nursing mothers toward the hidden caverns that would serve as their sanctuary. A familiar pang of worry twisted in my gut, watching the most vulnerable among us shuffling into those dark crevices. But it was a neces