The morning of our planned departure arrived with surprising clarity after days of tension. Swift River warriors had worked through the night to repair the most critical damage to their compound, while our pack members prepared for the journey home. I supervised the loading of medicinal supplies, ensuring our wounded would have adequate treatment during travel.
Luna Elena approached as I checked the inventory, her expression carefully composed but concern evident in her eyes. "Everything prepared for the journey?"
"Yes," I replied. "We should be ready to depart within the hour."
She nodded, though something in her demeanor suggested she was about to say more when commotion erupted at the main gates. Three Swift River scouts burst into the courtyard, their expressions grim as they made d
