The sun had finally risen, casting a warm golden hue over the landscape as we made our way back to the Silver Moon pack. The sense of victory was palpable, a tangible thing that filled the air around us. But beneath my relief, a current of uncertainty churned. We had defeated the darkness, yes, but at what cost?
Beside me, Matthew walked in silence, his expression thoughtful and serene. His presence was a comforting balm against the memories of the abyss we had just escaped. I glanced at him, a thousand questions bubbling up inside me, yet I couldn't bring myself to speak.
We passed through the forest, the trees standing tall and steadfast, their leaves rustling gently in the morning breeze. The familiar sounds of the pack's territory greeted us, a stark contrast to the suffocating silence of the darkness we had just faced. As we approached the clearing where our pack members awaited us, a sense of anticipation hung in the air.
