The silence following the defeat of the Forgotten Ones was palpable. Ashes of the fallen swirled on the wind, drifting over the bloodied battlefield. The packs, though battered and bruised, were united for a brief, fleeting moment. Derek surveyed the aftermath, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. His warriors stood tall despite the weight of exhaustion.
Rahul, however, paced like a caged beast. His golden eyes gleamed with something more than just the thrill of battle. Derek noticed the subtle shift in the air around him, the way Rahul's wolves were eyeing their leader with uncertainty.
Derek took a step forward, his sharp gaze never leaving Rahul. "It's over. The Forgotten Ones are defeated."
Rahul stopped his pacing and turned toward Derek, his voice low and dripping with malice. "It's far from over, Derek."
