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The morning sun bathed the Shadowheart pack’s territory in a warm, golden light. The air was filled with the scent of pine and earth, and the sounds of birds chirping created a serene backdrop. Zyra and Marcus were busy outside, overseeing the pack’s daily training routines and preparations. They were focused on strengthening their defenses, knowing that the threat from Nightshade was far from over.

Zyra, her hair tied back in a tight braid, demonstrated a series of combat moves to a group of young trainees. Her movements were swift and precise, a testament to her growing mastery of her tribid abilities. Marcus stood nearby, his watchful eyes ensuring that everything was running smoothly.

As Zyra finished her demonstration, Marcus approached her with a smile. “You’re really getting the hang of it,” he said, admiration evident in his voice.

Zyra smiled back, wiping the sweat from her brow. “Thanks, Marcus. It feels good to be able to control my powers better.”

Their moment of calm was