Conjectures

Both of them dashed through the dense undergrowth, their bodies melding with the shadows as they raced towards the desolate territory of the destroyed pack. With every step, the sound of their pounding footsteps harmonized with the distant howls echoing through the forest.

Elijah's majestic wolf, towering and robust, took confident strides, while Ashlyn's lean and agile form darted ahead, her lithe frame cutting through the wind like an arrow. As they sprinted, their wolves engaged in a silent competition, pushing the boundaries of speed and endurance, eager to prove their dominance.

Ashlyn's days of training paid off, and she managed to reach the area a couple seconds prior to her mate.

A triumphant howl erupted from her throat, a melody of victory and pride reverberating through the surroundings, blending with the chorus of the wilderness.

With a seamless transition, Elijah and Ashlyn shifted from their wolf forms to their human ones. A solemn aura enveloped them, casting a veil of