Chapter 47

Freya stood in the lush garden of the palace, a gentle breeze rustling through her hair. She closed her eyes, taking in the sweet scent of the flowers and the soothing melodies of nature. The tranquility of the moment wrapped around her like a comforting embrace.

Unbeknownst to Freya, a figure stealthily made its way through the garden, the delicate footsteps barely making a sound. It was Mimosa, one of Freya's loyal maidens, and she carried news that would shatter the peaceful atmosphere.

"Mistress Freya," Mimosa whispered, her voice tinged with urgency. "I bring grave tidings. The White Moon's pack is planning to wage war against our Dark Moon's pack."

Freya's eyes snapped open, confusion clouding her features. "The White Moon's pack? What do you mean?"

Mimosa took a step closer, her eyes filled with concern. "They are a demonic and evil clan, Mistress. They have been terrorizing our innocent pack, bringing nothing but pain and suffering. We must defend our