The sun had barely risen when Seraphina called an urgent meeting in the center of the camp. Her heart raced with the urgency of the previous night’s events still fresh in her mind. The pack gathered quickly, sensing the gravity of the situation from her stern expression.

“Everyone, listen up,” Seraphina began, her voice strong and clear. “Last night’s attack was a reminder that our enemies are closer than we think. We need to tighten our defenses and be prepared for anything.”

Tristan stepped forward, his presence commanding respect. “We’ll need to set up rotating patrols. No one goes anywhere alone. Always have a partner.”

Murmurs of agreement rippled through...