Dawn broke over Moonflare, painting the forest in pale gold and silver. Wolves padded quietly through the clearing, ears twitching, senses alert even in the soft morning light. The attack from the previous night had been repelled, but the pack knew better than to relax completely. There would always be threats lurking at the edges of the forest, and Moonflare had learned to expect the unexpected.
Taryn and Justin were already moving through the perimeter, checking every boundary, every hidden approach. Their presence had become a reassurance, a shield of experience and skill. They didn’t just fight, they guided, taught, and reminded us that preparation could turn chaos into order.
Asher and I walked through the packhouse yard, observing our members as they resumed their morning routines.
