A few weeks had passed since the mysterious encounter in the woods. The Shadowheart pack had been relatively peaceful, with most members unaware of the storm brewing beneath the surface. But the tranquility was about to shatter. On this particular morning, the sun rose over Shadowheart territory, casting long shadows and bathing the forest in a golden hue. It was the calm before the storm.

Zyra woke up with a strange sense of foreboding. She couldn't shake off the uneasy feeling that something ...