Dawn breaks, but it brings no peace.
Aria stands at the edge of the clearing, her silver eyes scanning the horizon. The fire of yesterday’s victories still smolders in the forest, but the news of her captured wolves weighs heavier than any battle wound.
Her wolf stirs within her—restless, tense, impatient. Not with hunger… but with purpose.
“They are counting on me,” Aria whispers, voice barely audible. “And I will not fail.”
Her pack gathers silently around her. New allies, previously hesitant leaders, now stand firm, ready to fight. Their loyalty is tested and proven—not through words, but through shared battle and survival.
Aria moves among them, her presence calm but commanding.
“We strike at nightfall,” she says. “We move fast. We hit harder. We leave no trace until we are insid
