PRIME PACK’S ATTACK

The moon hung low, casting an eerie, silver glow over the Prime Pack's territory, like a spectral lantern illuminating the darkness. Shadows twisted and writhed, as if alive, across the dew-kissed grass.

Kael and the rogues emerged from the darkness, their footsteps silent as ghosts. The air reeked of malevolent intent, the scent of dark magic clinging to their fur like a miasma. The stench of decay and corruption wafted on the breeze, mingling with the tang of malevolent energy that crackled like ozone.

"Aim for the heart," Kael snarled, his voice low and venomous. His eyes blazed with malice, the moonlight dancing in his irises to cast an unholy glow.

With a soft whoosh, poisoned arrows flew through the air, their deadly tips glinting like razor-sharp ice in the moonlight. But the Prime Pack was ready. Sebastian's warriors stood firm, their eyes glowing like embers in the night, their fur bristling with electric anticipation.

The arrows struck, their impact muffled thuds in the eart