THIRD PERSON
The pack does not wait for war to arrive. It prepares for it. From the moment Elara speaks her vision aloud everything changes. The ease. The laughter. The fragile sense of normalcy. Gone. In its place discipline. Urgency. Purpose.
Across the merged territory orders spread like wildfire. Patrols double. Then triple. Borders are no longer lines on a map they become living defenses.
At the center of command Alpha Scavia stands over the war table once more. But this time he is not alone. Jackson marks patrol rotations with sharp precision. “North ridge reinforced,” he says. “But the eastern forest is too open. Rogues could slip through unnoticed.”
Camilla speaks next. “Then we don’t just guard it we watch it,” she says calmly. “Place scouts in layers. Not visible. Not pred
