The days that followed the rogue shifters' attack held an air of uneasy anticipation. While the pack returned to their routines, a sense of vigilance lingered. Maris, fueled by her encounter in the woods and the unsettling darkness they had faced, felt driven to uncover the roots of the chaos that threatened her home.
“We should explore the archives,” Maris suggested as she sat with her parents at the dinner table one evening. The feast of roasted meats and fresh vegetables filled the air with comforting scents, but tension hung between them. “There must be more records of the guardians that can guide us.”
Marcus nodded thoughtfully. “You’re right. There were ancient texts regarding our people and the guardians. If we can find them, we may uncover the source of this darkness.”
Luna, her
