The Prophecy Fulfilled

As the first rays of dawn broke through the clouds, the pack emerged from the chaos of the previous night's battle. The forest was eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the tumult that had shaken their home just hours before. Julie stood at the edge of the clearing, surveying the aftermath—the bodies of fallen enemies and the wounded pack members littered across the sacred grove, a grim reminder of the violence they had just endured.

"We've held them off for now," Viktor said, his voice low as he joined her, his brow furrowed with concern. "But we need to be prepared for more attacks. Kieran won't give up easily."

"Agreed," Julie replied, her heart heavy. "But it's not just Kieran we need to worry about. The signs… they're all around us."

She gestured to the horizon, where dark clouds swirled ominously above the peaks of the Carpathian Mountains. "The storm brewing is unlike any I've seen before. It feels like the prophecy is already starting to take shape."