Chapter 26 The Ambush.

The sun had set, and the streets of Ashwood lay shrouded in darkness. Noah had ventured out alone on what was supposed to be a routine patrol, checking the borders of the pack’s territory. His instincts were always sharp, but tonight something felt different, an almost imperceptible shift in the air that he couldn’t quite place. As he moved through the dimly lit streets, he was unaware of the danger lurking in the shadows. The werewolf hunters, having gathered their forces, had been tracking his movements and waiting for the right moment to strike. Their leader, Mr. Smith, had orchestrated a meticulously planned ambush. Noah rounded a corner, his senses on high alert, but it was too late. The hunters sprang from their hiding spots, surrounding him with a swift and coordinated precision. Noah’s sharp gaze caught sight of the silver arrows being drawn, but before he could react, a sharp pain pierced his shoulder. He grimaced as a silver-tipped arrow lodged itself deep into his flesh, a