The wind howled through the trees, carrying with it a sense of foreboding. Maris stood on the edge of the forest, her heart racing as she watched dark clouds swirl ominously in the distance. There had been whispers among the pack of rogue shifters gathering near the Shadow Peaks—time was running short.
“Why do we linger?” Marcus snapped, his face taut with frustration. “They won’t wait for us to prepare. We have to strike first!”
Maris felt a pulse of agreement from her packmates surrounding her. The energy mingled in the air, electric with adrenaline and anticipation. "You're right," she replied, turning to face them. "We won't just wait for them to come to us."
Suddenly, the underbrush crackled, and a figure emerged from the shadows—a tall wolf with striking emerald eyes. It was Theod
