The sun had just begun to set, casting an orange glow over the Hawthorne Pack's territory. The aftermath of the confrontation with Marcus left the pack in a state of cautious optimism. However, the sense of victory was tempered by the ever-present threat of the true enemy lurking in the shadows.
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POV: Alex
Alex stood at the edge of the pack's territory, looking out over the horizon. The recent events had tested his limits, but he felt a renewed sense of purpose. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps behind him.
"Alex," Sara's voice was soft yet strong. "We need to talk."
Alex turned to face her, his eyes filled with concern. "What is it, Sara?"
Sara took a deep breath, her gaze unwavering. "There's something we haven't addressed. Marcus wasn't acting alone. Someone else is pulling the strings, and we need to find out who it is."
