As dawn broke over the Shadow Peaks, a soft golden light illuminated the remnants of their battle against the dark spirit. Maris and Theodore stood side by side, the air around them charged with residual energy and triumph. But as the shadows receded, an unsettling sense of dread clung to them.
“We may have defeated that spirit, but we have not seen the last of the Wraith’s influence,” Theodore warned, his voice low and serious. “The rogue shifters may still seek revenge, and they’ll know we’re vulnerable now.”
Maris nodded, heart racing at the thought. “We need to warn the pack and reinforce our defenses. If they come for us, we need to be ready.”
Gathering their strength, they made their way back to the pack’s territory, where the sun spilled across the forest floor, casting long shad
