The group raced through the darkened forest, their footfalls light yet quick as they hurried back to the human camp. Time was of the essence. The werewolves were planning to attack soon, and the humans needed to be warned before it was too late. The moon cast eerie shadows across the trees, but none of them had time to admire the view. The air was thick with tension, each of them acutely aware of what lay ahead.
They reached the camp just as the sky was beginning to shift from deep indigo to lighter shades of blue, signaling the approaching dawn. As they entered, they saw Skyla, the commander of the camp, standing at the front lines, her eyes scanning the horizon. Her expression was calm, but Chase could see the tension in her posture. She knew something was coming.
"Skyla!" Chase called out, his voice urgent.
