The Blood Moon still hung heavy in the sky, casting the enemy territory in an eerie red glow. Every shadow seemed to move with intent, every gust of wind carried the whispers of danger.
Kael crouched on a ridge, his eyes scanning the distant fortress where Aria was held. Around him, loyal wolves shifted nervously, the tension thick in the air.
“This is our chance,” Kael said, his voice cutting through the silence. “Aria has survived this long. Tonight, we strike. No hesitation. No mistakes.”
He paused, letting the words settle over the ranks. Wolves nodded, tails stiff but eyes burning with determination.
Maps were spread across jagged rocks. Patrol routes, hidden entrances, guard rotations—they were all accounted for. Every wolf had a role, every strike had a purpose.
Kael divided th
