Chapter 85 A new Alliance.

As we left the room, the pack house buzzed with activity. The air was thick with the scent of fear and determination, a potent mix that seemed to drive everyone forward with renewed purpose. I found myself caught up in the urgency of it all, the need to protect my home and my pack pushing me to work harder, faster. Hours passed in a blur as we prepared the Ashwood territory for a potential attack. I coordinated with the other members of the pack, organizing patrols, reinforcing barriers, and setting traps along the most vulnerable points of our borders. The moon hung high in the sky by the time I finally took a moment to catch my breath. Standing by the entrance to the pack house, I watched the frantic activity around me. The usually quiet pack grounds were now alive with movement and noise. Wolves darted in and out of shadows, their eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of trouble. The scent of adrenaline and tension filled the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of the forest.