The morning sun broke through the canopy, casting a golden hue across the clearing where Alex and his pack had made camp. The air was filled with the scent of fresh pine and the promise of a new beginning. Despite the exhaustion that hung over them, there was a palpable sense of hope and renewal. The Sanctuary was no more, and with its destruction, they had taken a significant step toward securing peace for the packs.
Alex emerged from his tent, his body still sore from the battle, but his spirit was unyielding. He glanced around, seeing his pack members busy with their morning routines, yet there was a newfound lightness in their steps. The weight of The Shadow's menace had lifted, if only for a moment.
Marcus approached him, a steaming cup of coffee in hand. "Morning, Alex. How are you holding up?"
Alex took the cup, grateful for the warmth it provided. "I'm managing. How's everyone else?"