Chapter 28

The aftermath of the confrontation with the hunters leaves a palpable sense of relief among the pack. We’ve managed to drive off the immediate threat, and the forest is settling back into its usual tranquility. The pack’s bond feels fortified, our unity reaffirmed through the trial we faced together. But beneath this calm surface, a new worry begins to gnaw at me—a subtle shift in the atmosphere around Ravensong.

I’m walking through the small town, heading towards the local market to pick up supplies. The town has always been a mix of friendliness and wariness, but today, there’s an edge to the looks I’m getting from the townspeople. It’s as if an invisible barrier has gone up, and I can sense the underlying tension.

I pause by the butcher’s stand, where a familiar face greets me. “Morning, Luke,” Dave says, his voice sounding more strained than usual.

“Morning, Dave,” I reply, trying to gauge his mood. “How’s everything going?”

Dave’s smile is tight, his eyes darting around before h