The tension never eased.
Days passed, but the valley remained on edge. Scouts moved constantly, reporting signs of gathering forces beyond the ridges.
"They're organizing," Kael said, studying a rough map inside the council lodge.
Eira nodded. "They won't attack blindly again."
Lena crossed her arms. "So they're planning something bigger."
"Yes," Eira said. "Something decisive."
Before Lena could respond, the doors burst open.
A young scout stumbled inside. "They've crossed the ridge."
Silence filled the room.
Kael straightened immediately. "How many?"
"More than before," the scout replied. "And stronger."
Lena felt her pulse quicken.
It was happening again.
But worse.
Kael looked at her. "Stay close this time."
Lena nodded once. "I'm ready."
Eira's gaze lingered on her. "You'll need to be."
Outside, the valley was already shifting into formation.
Wolves moved with urgency.
The air felt heavier.
Charged.
Lena stepped forward, feeling the wind begin to rise again at her command.
This time—
She didn't hesitate.