The days following the battle were a whirlwind of preparation. The pack was on high alert, eyes peeled for any signs of the rogue shifters that still posed a threat. Maris found herself enveloped in a myriad of emotions, her bond with Theodore strengthening in the heat of the chaos surrounding them.
Each evening, they would meet beneath the moonlight, stealing moments of connection amidst the urgency. With every shared battle story, their laughter wove tighter bonds, threading hope and trust between them like an unbreakable rope.
Then, one night, as shadows started stretching beneath the trees, Maris caught wind of a familiar tension cutting through the evening air. “Something’s off,” she said to Theodore, his presence providing comfort as they stood on the edge of their territory.
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