The moon hung high in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow over the forest as Seraphina and her pack gathered around the flickering flames of their campfire. Despite the tranquility of the night, a heavy tension hung in the air—a tension born of the events that had transpired in the days prior, events that threatened to tear apart the fragile bonds that held them together.

"We can't keep running," Tristan said, his voice low with frustration. "Sooner or later, we'll have to face our enemies head-on."

Seraphina's brow furrowed with worry as she considered Tristan's words. "He's right," she said, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "We can't keep hiding...