War broke out in the Phantom Moon Pack.
Masked men, their allegiance unknown, stormed the borders under the cover of dusk. They were not from any recognized pack, no scent, no crest, no identity. They moved like shadows, ruthless and organized. Houses were plundered. Women were captured. Children vanished into the chaos. Blood stained the soil as wolves fought desperately to defend their home.
Vespara stood at the center of it all, leading her soldiers with grim determination. She chose a defensive strategy—contain, protect, survive. Her orders were clear: save the people first. And she did. Under her command, hundreds were rescued and pulled out of harm’s way. But still, many remained in the hands of the enemy.
At her command, the borders of the pack were sealed. Even if the masked invaders wished to flee, escape would no longer be easy. Still, they seemed to have the upper hand. Vespara's forces were cornered, and just when desperation gripped the air—
A thunderous howl rose behind
