Echo.

The night hung heavy with an eerie calm, a deceptive tranquility that lulled the Lycan pack into complacency. Days of unbroken peace had softened our senses, and we reveled in the stillness, believing it would stretch into eternity. But, as fate would have it, that moment of respite was shattered like glass. Out of the black curtain of the forest, our enemies descended upon us. The ambush was swift and brutal, a jarring jolt from the serene cocoon we had nestled in.

"Get ready, everyone!" One of the strong fighter's voice sliced through the night, his urgency a stark reminder of the danger we faced.

We scrambled, a whirlwind...