**Gaia's POV**

We slip into Black Stone Pack territory like shadows in the night.

My glacier white wolf blends surprisingly well with the moonlight filtering through the trees, and my team moves with silent precision behind me. Hudson on my left, Easton on my right, with Jameson and Alan covering our rear flanks. Lysander runs parallel to us, his wolf massive and powerful.

The cultivation fields lie ahead, protected by rotating guard patrols.

We pause at the tree ...