The Ambush
The night air was thick with the scent of blood and smoke. The distant howls of the wounded echoed through the trees, a chilling reminder of the attack that had just come to a halt, shattering the sense of security the pack had clung to.
Maya stood at the center of the wreckage, her heart hammering in her chest as she took in the devastation before her. The outpost had been reduced to a battlefield, where bodies littered the ground, some lifeless, others groaning in pain. Warriors rushed to tend to the wounded, their faces filled with exhaustion and urgency as they worked in the flickering light of torches.
She had arrived too late to prevent the ambush but just in time to organize the survivors. Rowan's forces had struck hard and fast, giving them little time to prepare. If not for the quick response of the warriors stationed here, the casualties would have been far worse.