THE TURNING TIDE

The night remained quiet, filled with a dense atmosphere of suspense. In the center of the Greywolf encampment, Eleanor was seated at a substantial wooden table, encircled by her closest companions. Lucas leaned over a map spread out before them, always by her side. Commander Gaius Drazen stood facing the markings representing the territories of their adversaries, his stern gaze unwavering.

Alpha Marcus of the Silverclaw pack sat to Eleanor's right, his sharp eyes examining the map with great interest. Alpha Orion of the Bloodmoon Pack sat on her left, exuding a powerful and intense presence.

Commander Drazen started speaking with a serious tone, saying that despite repelling their latest attack, they cannot afford to relax. "Nathaniel and the Shadow Council will reunite, and their upcoming attack will be even more brutal."