The chill of the morning air crept over the camp as the sun broke through the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and gold. Alex woke early, as he had every day since the alliance had been forged. His mind was a whirlwind of strategies and plans, the weight of leadership pressing heavily upon his shoulders. Today, they were expecting emissaries from their newfound allies—packs they had only ever interacted with at a distance, who were now pivotal in their shared fight against The Shadow.
He dressed quickly and left his tent, finding Marcus already up and preparing for the day's events. The rest of the pack bustled about the camp, their movements purposeful and energized by the promise of unity. A network of alliances meant greater strength, but it also brought complexities and responsibilities they had yet to navigate.
