The moon was high in the sky, casting a silver glow over the woods. Drew paced the cave, her senses attuned to every sound outside. The pack was quiet for the night, everyone was well-fed, and the hunts had become more secretive, more cautious due to the constant threat of hunters scouring the forest. Even now, Drew could sense the tension in the air, like the calm before a storm.
Despite the quiet, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to change. Tyril had taken charge in his usual strong and composed manner, but everyone in the pack knew he wasn't whole. Not without Kai, who still lay unconscious in an exclusive part of the cave. He had been in a coma for a week now, and despite their best efforts, nothing seemed to wake him.
Drew sighed and made her way to Kai's room. As she approached the secluded chamber, she saw Tyril standing by Kai's bedside, staring down at the unconscious Alpha with a look of deep longing.
