Chapter 32: Shadows Over Blackmoon

The Blackmoon Pack was under siege once again.

The scent of blood tainted the air—thick, suffocating. Smoke curled into the night sky, the remnants of battle clinging to the trees that surrounded the pack's borders. The echoes of snarls and clashes still lingered in the atmosphere, though the battle itself had subsided—for now.

Albert stood at the heart of the packhouse, tension etched into every line of his face. His hands were clenched behind his back as he stared at the map spread out on the long oak table before him. Fresh reports had come in—Darius had struck again, but this time, he wasn't alone.

Another enemy pack had joined forces with him.

The realization sent a fresh wave of unease through Albert's mind. The Blackmoon warriors had fought fiercely, but they were outnumbered. If things continued at this rate, the pack would be standing on the edge of destruction.

And to make matters worse, the council was growing restless.