Howling into the Storm

As the first light of dawn touched the sky, I could feel the tension in the air. The pack had gathered, ready and waiting, each wolf strong and fierce. Today was the day. Our final battle had come.

Standing before them, I took a deep breath. "Everyone, this is our chance," I called out. My voice echoed through the clearing, reaching each wolf's ears. "The enemy thinks they can tear us apart. But they don't know us. They don't know how strong we are together!"

The wolves howled back, their voices blending into one powerful sound. Beside me, Alder, Mira, Zara, and even Rylan stood tall. We were ready to face whatever was coming.

As we waited, a sudden hush fell over the pack. From the distance, a dark shadow emerged, moving toward us like a storm. The enemy had arrived, their figures dark and silent, with eyes glinting like they were eager for a fight.