The forest was quiet as they made their way toward the northern border, the soft sound of their footsteps barely audible over the rustle of leaves in the breeze. Amara moved alongside Darius, her senses on high alert as they approached the area where Kane and his scouts had tracked the enemy wolves.
The tension among the warriors was palpable. They all knew the stakes—if they could capture these wolves, they might be able to stop Lyall’s forces before they gained too much momentum. But if the situation escalated, it could lead to a full-scale battle.
Darius was calm and focused as he led the group, his eyes scanning the forest ahead for any signs of movement. Amara stayed close to him, her wolf just beneath the surface, ready to shift at a moment’s notice.
As they neared the edge of the
