The breeze brought the aroma of pine and blood as I stood at the edge of our embattled camp. The night seemed heavy, as if the very air lamented the losses we had suffered—and the betrayals that still festered among us. Every wolf's eyes were filled with doubt, and the oneness we had always taken for granted now seemed like delicate glass, ready to shatter at the least provocation. Tonight, our pack faced its toughest battle yet—not just from the enemy troops at our borders but from the internal scars that threatened to rip us apart.