The sun had barely risen, its golden light filtering through the dense canopy of trees surrounding the camp, casting dancing shadows on the ground. The pack was already bustling with activity, the urgency of their mission clear in the determined strides of the wolves preparing for the day ahead.
Alex stood at the center of the clearing, watching as his pack members armed themselves and readied their equipment. The air was thick with anticipation and a hint of apprehension. Today was crucial—they were going to confirm Caleb's intel about the remnants of The Shadow's forces.
Sara approached him, her expression both resolute and reassuring. "The scouts are ready to head out. Marcus is leading the first team to the eastern border, and the others are setting up to cover the southern region."
Alex nodded, appreciating the meticulous planning. "Good. We need to confirm Caleb's information quickly and move on those hideouts before they have a chance to regroup."