The Labyrinth's Heart

The first light of dawn broke across the horizon, the sky painted in hues of gold and soft pink as the sun began its slow rise. The chill of the night air lingered, wrapping around the werewolves like an unyielding cloak, but the group did not stop to rest. They had no choice but to keep moving. The Trials had just begun, and every step forward meant survival.

Tanaka led the group, his gaze sharp and unwavering as he surveyed the terrain around them. They had passed the water source, an accidental stroke of luck, but now they found themselves far from it, venturing into unfamiliar territory with no way to carry water. The lack of preparation was a harsh reminder of the Trials' unpredictability. They were ill-equipped, but they were wolves, and wolves knew how to survive.