The skies above the Lycan Kingdom were cloaked in a heavy, oppressive gray as smoke from recent attacks still lingered in the air. The Red Wolves had ravaged several of our outposts, leaving nothing but ruins and broken families in their wake. It wasn't just about territory anymore-it was survival.

The once-thriving pack now lay in a state of devastation. The vibrant howl of the wolves was silenced, replaced by the constant rumble of fear and the murmur of uncertainty. The Lycan Kingdom had become a fortress in name only. Inside its walls, the pain and loss were visible on everyone's face.

I walked through the camp just outside the...