In the soft light of early morning, the werewolves' enclave stood bathed in a serene glow. Rylan, the leader of the Misfit Pack, stood at the center, a commanding presence that drew the attention of the gathered members. The air was charged with a sense of urgency, the events of the night still lingering in the atmosphere.
"Pack, assemble," Rylan's voice echoed through the enclave, cutting through the quiet morning. His command was met with a swift response as werewolves gathered, their expressions a mix of curiosity and readiness for the impending discussion.
Sarah, who had just arrived and Orion, having missed the events of the previous night, entered the enclave, drawn by the call to assemble. Orion's eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and recognition as he spotted Blaze among the pack.
"Blaze? Is that really you?" Orion exclaimed, his goggles pushed up for a closer look.