With the Crescent Moon Pack joining forces, the alliances solidified their strength, training side by side in preparation for the looming threat. The atmosphere was electric, filled with the hum of anticipation and resolve.
Days turned into nights as they strategized, scouting the region for any signs of the rogue pack’s movements. Maris felt an unwavering bond among her comrades, but the weight of dread hung heavy in the air. The warnings from the wounded traveler echoed in her mind—a new alliance was forming, and time was running short.
One fateful night, as they gathered near the Great Oak, the elders brought forth ancient scrolls that spoke of the Wraith’s final resurrection. The stories recounted rituals designed to summon him fully, drawing dark power from all corners of the univer
