The morning sun filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground as the camp slowly came to life. There was a different energy in the air—one of relief, triumph, and cautious optimism. The battle was over, and The Shadow was defeated. But now, the real work began.
Alex stood at the edge of the camp, watching as the warriors of the allied packs tended to their wounds, packed up their supplies, and exchanged quiet words of encouragement. He felt a strange mixture of exhaustion and exhilaration. They had won, but the cost had been high, and the future was still uncertain.
Sara approached him, her footsteps light on the grass. "Hey," she said softly, touching his arm. "How are you holding up?"
Alex turned to her, offering a small smile. "Tired. But I'm okay. Just trying to process everything."
