Chapter 87 The Weight of History

Back at the Westville pack's territory, the atmosphere was charged with urgency and apprehension. The normally tranquil forest that surrounded their stronghold was now a hive of restless activity. Every member of the pack sensed the gravity of the situation—the final confrontation with the Ashwood pack was imminent, and it was clear that this battle would be like no other. Gary, the pack leader, called an urgent meeting. He stood at the center of a clearing, his imposing figure casting a long shadow in the fading light. His eyes, sharp and resolute, surveyed his pack with a mixture of pride and concern. He had always been a formidable leader, known for his unyielding courage and strategic mind. Yet tonight, the weight of their impending clash bore heavily on him, and he could feel the collective anxiety of his pack members. “The time has come,” Gary began, his voice resonating through the clearing with a force that demanded attention. “For over a hundred years, we've been at war with