The air in the East Wing had settled into a tense stillness, a deceptive calm following the chaos of the first wave. The bodies of the fallen werewolves lay strewn across the cold stone floor, a grim testament to their victory. But Chase knew better than to relax; they had only won a small battle in a war that was far from over.
"Keep your guard up," Chase warned, his voice steady as he surveyed the aftermath. "The next wave will be different. They'll come at us harder and faster."
