Morning broke over Shadowfang beneath a sky filled with heavy clouds, their dark shapes stretching across the mountains like an omen. The warmth that usually accompanied sunrise never came. Instead, a cold wind swept through the territory, carrying with it the uneasy feeling that something had changed overnight.The packhouse had been awake long before dawn. Messengers came and went without pause, stable hands prepared fresh horses, and warriors armed themselves before taking their positions along the walls. Damien's order to strengthen every border had transformed Shadowfang into something resembling a fortress. No one complained. After the report from Frostclaw, every wolf understood that the peace they had enjoyed for the last few months had finally come to an end.Inside the Alpha's office, Damien stood over the map once again
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