The rogue wolves' attack had been repelled, but the threat of further violence loomed heavily over Diane's pack. As the dust settled, she found herself standing amidst the aftermath, surveying the weary faces of her warriors.

"Are we truly safe, now that we have driven them back?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.

Alpha Damien stepped forward, his expression grim. "I fear not, my daughter. This was no mere skirmish – it was a calculated strike, meant to test our defenses."

Diane felt a chill run down her spine. "You believe they will return, with greater numbers?"

Gamma Leon nodded, his weathered features set in a deep frown. "It...