The night settled over the forest like a dark, heavy blanket. The stars blinked above, but their light was faint, barely penetrating the thick canopy of trees. Ethan stood at the edge of the den, his eyes scanning the treeline for any signs of movement. The pack was on high alert, every warrior poised for the inevitable confrontation with Morgath's forces.
He took a deep breath, the cool air filling his lungs. Despite the tension in the air, there was a strange sense of calm. The pack had been through hell and back, but they had survived. They were stronger, more united than ever before. Ethan knew that they could face whatever came next.
POV: Lia
Inside the den, Lia worked tirelessly with the healers. The injured were resting, their wounds bandaged, but the atmosphere was still tense. Every sound, every movement was a reminder of the threat that loomed over them. Lia knew they had to be prepared for anything.
