The days following the emergency meeting were filled with a flurry of activity. Patrols were doubled, defenses were fortified, and every able-bodied pack member trained harder than ever. Despite their efforts, Alex couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. His instincts, sharpened by years of survival and leadership, told him that danger was lurking closer than they realized.
He stood on the balcony of the Alpha's quarters, overlooking the bustling camp. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the clearing. As the sky darkened, a chill wind swept through the trees, rustling the leaves and sending a shiver down his spine.
"Alex," Lia's voice interrupted his thoughts. She stepped onto the balcony, her face a mask of concern. "We need to talk."
Alex turned to face her, his brow furrowing. "What's wrong?"
