The tension in Aveline's pack had reached a point of no return. The revelation of the prophecy had shaken the wolves to their extreme tolerant level, splitting the pack into factions. Some stood firmly behind Aveline, willing to protect her child at all costs. Others whispered in the shadows, tempted by the elders' promises of power and security. The pack, once a stronghold of unity, now felt like a scattering fortress.
Aveline and Gabriel moved quickly through the thick forest, the leaves rustling underneath their hurried steps. Their child, safely rested in Gabriel's arms, he was shifting with the movement but didn't wake. The sky above was cloudy and curly threatening, as though nature itself displayed the storm growing within their pack.
"We need to get to the safe house," Gabriel said, his voice firm. "The pack isn't safe anymore."
