The winds howled through the mountains, carrying with them an air of impending doom. The night before the assault on Klaus's fortress, the rebellion's forces gathered in the valley, steeling themselves for what was to come. There was no turning back now. The wolves were restless, their instincts heightened by the full moon that loomed overhead. Its light bathed the valley in a silver glow, reminding them all of their shared destiny and the transformation that lay just beneath their skin.
Rahul stood at the edge of the camp, staring up at the moon. His breath came out in heavy puffs, misting in the cold air. His mind was already on the battle ahead, thinking about the bloodshed that was to come, and the pain that Klaus had caused him and his kin. The rage within him was constant, simmering beneath the surface, waiting for the moment it could finally explode.
