"We need to move now," Viktor's voice, sharp and commanding, cut through the morning mist.
Julie nodded, her heart pounding. The moment they had been dreading was finally here. Gregor's army was on the march, their approach heralded by the distant rumble of hooves and the eerie silence that preceded their arrival.
The pack was a hive of activity. Warriors were taking their positions, their eyes filled with a grim determination. The villagers, their faces etched with fear, were being escorted to the hidden valley. And Dominic, his small hand clasped tightly in Julie's, stood tall, his eyes filled with a courage that belied his age.
"Are you ready, my son?" Julie whispered, her voice trembling slightly.
Dominic nodded, his eyes fixed on the horizon. "I'm ready, Mother," he replied, his voice steady.
A surge of pride washed over Julie. Her son, so young and yet so brave, was a testament to the strength of their bond.