The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the scarred landscape of the pack's compound. Despite the progress they had made in rebuilding, there was an air of tension that hung heavy in the air.

Seraphina stood at the edge of the compound, her eyes narrowed as she scanned the horizon for any sign of movement. She could sense it, the growing unease that had settled over her pack like a dark cloud.

"We need to be ready," she said, her voice low and urgent. "There's something coming, I can feel it."

Tristan nodded, his jaw clenched with determination. "We'll be ready," he said, his voice firm....