With breakfast finished and the morning sun casting a warm glow over the pack territory, Avery and her mates made their way to the shaman's dwelling. The journey was familiar yet filled with a renewed sense of purpose. They walked in silence, each lost in their own thoughts, the weight of recent events hanging heavy in the air.
As they approached the shaman's dwelling, Avery couldn't help but feel a sense of apprehension. They had come seeking guidance before, but this time felt different. The stakes were higher, the challenges more daunting.
The shaman greeted them with a warm smile as they entered his humble abode. His eyes, however, held a knowing glint, as if he could sense the weight of their burdens without them uttering a word.
"Greetings, my children," the shaman said, his voice
