Magnus
The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a silvery glow over the forest. The tension was palpable, the air thick with the scent of fear and adrenaline. I could hear the rapid thump of my own heart; each beat echoing like a drum in the silent night. My senses were on high alert; every rustle of the leaves and every snap of a twig amplified in my ears. The pack was not ready, muscles coiled like springs, but they ran, listening for the signal to unleash their fury on the intruders.
We were outnumbered. I could see the flicker of movement in the shadows, dozens of hostile eyes watching us, waiting for the right moment to strike. Our territory, our home, was under threat, and I could feel the weight of responsibility bearing down on me. Leading the pack was not just a role; it was my life, my duty. Failure was not an option.
