Days turned into weeks as Maris and the pack prepared for the confrontation between light and dark. The atmosphere crackled with tension as they trained and strategized, honing their skills and weaving their love and strength together.
But as the skies darkened, an ominous sense of foreboding loomed. As dusk settled one evening, Maris felt a chill weave through the air, and she couldn’t help but glance toward the woods, sensing a familiar tug at her intuition.
“Something feels off.”
Kylie walked beside her, glancing warily at the treeline. “What do you mean?”
“I feel… shadows stirring,” Maris admitted, unease settling in her gut. “It’s as if they're aware of what we’re planning.”
The pack gathered that day on the training grounds, with Marcus addressing them. “We’ll need everyone’s
