Elara came from her tent in the silence of the beautiful night, the canvas flaps lightly in the cold breeze.
Her packmates' faces were warm from the low burn of the campfire, their gentle snores breaking up the calm.
She inhaled deeply, loving the aroma of pine and the purity of the mountain air.
In the bustle of their existence, it was a peaceful moment—a brief escape from the shadow of tomorrow's battle.
Her mind running with ideas of protection and planning for her pack, Elara had always been the first to rise and the last to sleep.
Her alpha and mate, Declan, had seen her concern and earlier that evening sent her on a scouting trip to calm her worries.
But tonight, she felt a certain weight in her chest as the last fight with Fenrir drew near.
She heard Selene there from the gentle rustle of leaves.
Arriving under the cover of an ally, the newcomer provided the pack with power and knowledge when their most need.
