THE VISIT

It was late evening, the sky painted with streaks of deep purple as the sun dipped below the horizon. The woods surrounding Damien's territory were usually quiet at this hour, a peaceful silence that often helped him clear his mind. But tonight, something was off. There was a distinct unease lingering in the air, thick and suffocating, as though the very forest held its breath.

Damien stood at the edge of the pack house balcony, his sharp senses prickling with anticipation. He had just returned from his rounds with the patrol when one of his scouts rushed in, breathless and frantic.

"Alpha, someone’s here. Not one of ours. He’s waiting at the border."

Damien’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing. "Who?"

"A wolf from the Dawn falls Pack."

The name alone stirred unease. The Dawn falls Pack hadn’t been seen in years. Their lands were secluded, shrouded in mystery and feared for their connection to the darker, more forbidden aspects of wolf lore. No one from their pack ventured beyond their