The night was alive with ominous sounds—growls, snarls, and the unmistakable clash of powerful wolves locked in combat. Emilia clutched her triplets' hands as they moved cautiously through the pack house grounds, her heart pounding with every step.

“Mommy, what’s happening?” one of the boys whispered, his voice trembling as he looked up at her with wide, scared eyes.

“Stay close to me,” Emilia said, her tone firm but kind. She could feel their small hands trembling in her grasp. “Everything is going to be okay.”

But deep inside, she wasn’t so sure.

As they crept forward, the sounds grew louder, more ferocious. Emilia’s sharp eyes scanned the darkness until...