45

As the night wore on, a sense of foreboding settled over the werewolf pack. Necro, a trusted ally and seer, had sent a letter to Dax, the pack's leader, warning him of impending danger. The weight of uncertainty hung heavy in the air as Dax anxiously awaited the arrival of his trusted advisor.

Dax paced restlessly, the flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows on the walls of his study. The door creaked open, and Necro entered, his eyes holding a grave seriousness.

"Necro, what is this about? Your letter spoke of preparing for the worst. What have you seen?"

Necro's expression was somber, his voice tinged with a mix of concern and urgency.

"Dax, I've had visions of a great threat looming over our pack. It's unlike anything we've faced before. The balance of power is shifting, and danger lurks in the shadows."

Dax's brow furrowed as he absorbed the weight of Necro's words. He knew that he had to act swiftly to protect his pack.

"Tell me, Necro, what must we do? How can we prepare