The day of reckoning dawned with a somber hue, the sky painted in remarkable shades of gray. The pack gathered at the heart of their territory, prepared to stand against the dark tide.
Maris felt a rush of adrenaline as she stood alongside her parents, her heart swelling with pride and dread. “Whatever happens today, we stand united,” she said, her voice steady despite the trepidation creeping along her spine.
“United,” they echoed, the strength of their resolve intertwining with the bonds forged through shared struggles, love, and hope.
The wind howled, the ominous sound a portent of the darkness about to descend.
“Hold the line!” Alpha Marcus commanded as the shadows of rogue shifters gathered like a stormcloud on the horizon, the Wraith commanding a legion of the corrupted.
“Tog
