The night was thick with tension and the air crackled with energy as Alex and his warriors prepared for the onslaught. The northern perimeter, now fortified and brimming with warriors, stood as the pack's first line of defense against Morgath's impending attack.
Alex walked among his warriors, offering words of encouragement and strategy. His heart pounded with a mixture of fear and resolve. He couldn't afford to show any weakness; his pack depended on his strength.
"Remember," Alex called out, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. "We fight not just for ourselves, but for our home, our family. We will not let Morgath take that from us."
A chorus of determined nods and murmurs of agreement echoed back to him. Alex felt a surge of pride and unity. They were ready.
POV: Lia
