Chapter 115: The Arrival of the Phoenix Beast

The sun was just beginning to set over Ashwood, casting long shadows across the landscape and painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. It had been a few weeks since the battle had ended, and the pack was slowly returning to a semblance of normalcy. We were all eager to settle into our new routine, to rebuild what had been lost and forge ahead with a sense of peace. As I walked through the grounds of our newly rebuilt fortress, I reflected on the recent changes in our lives. The Ashwood pack was healing, and though the scars of the war still lingered, there was a palpable sense of hope in the air. But little did we know that our lives were about to be disrupted once more by a new arrival—a creature unlike any we had encountered before. The first sign of the newcomer came in the form of a strange disturbance on the outskirts of the pack’s territory. It was a subtle thing at first: the feeling of being watched, a flicker of movement just out of sight. As the days went on, the sign