Echo.

I sprinted with all the strength I could muster, my heart pounding in my chest, each beat echoing the urgency of the situation. The journey had been hard, filled with danger and obstacles, but I couldn't afford to falter. These people’s lives depended on me, and the blood of the lycans would be on my hands.

As I approached the edge of the forest, I slowed my pace, my breaths coming in rapid bursts as I crouched low, hidden in the underbrush. From my vantage point, I could see the ominous figures of my father and his band of werewolves. They were poised on the outskirts of the lycan...