Chapter 13 The First Battle.

The night was eerily quiet in Ashwood, the air heavy with a sense of foreboding. I had been restless all day, the visions of the Westville pack’s imminent attack haunting my every thought. It was as if I could feel the darkness creeping closer, threatening to engulf our peaceful town. Despite my earlier attempts to warn people, there was little I could do to prepare for what was coming. Meanwhile, the Westville pack gathered at the edge of the forest, their eyes glowing with anticipation. Gary stood at the front, a malevolent grin on his face. He could smell the fear in the air, the scent of the unsuspecting humans just waiting to be preyed upon. "Tonight, we show them our true power," Gary snarled, his voice a low growl. "No mercy. No hesitation. We will remind them why they should fear us." The pack howled in unison, their bloodlust palpable. Douglas stood at the back, his heart heavy with dread. He knew that this attack could have devastating consequences, but there was nothing h