The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a silvery glow over the forest as Alex and his pack moved silently through the underbrush. Their mission was clear: uncover the identity of The Shadow and put an end to the rogue threat that loomed over them all. The weight of responsibility pressed heavily on Alex's shoulders, but he welcomed it, knowing this was his chance to prove himself.
Beside him, Marcus moved with practiced stealth, his senses on high alert. The air was thick with tension, each rustle of leaves and snap of a twig amplifying the nerves of the warriors who accompanied them. Behind them, a contingent of elite trackers and fighters from other allied packs followed, their presence a testament to the unity Alex had managed to forge among the werewolves.
"Stay close," Alex whispered to Marcus, his eyes scanning the dense foliage for any sign of danger. "We're getting close. I can feel it."
