Nature was in turmoil. It had been giving signs for days. Unpredictable weather, restless wild animals-these were just a few of the signs of impending disaster. Rowena, a witch who had long navigated the complexities of life, could sense it clearly.According to Rowena, nature never lies. Every change, no matter how small, was a message to be taken with great care. This was no different.The wind that usually blew gently had turned into a disturbing gust. The leaves turned yellow prematurely. The sky above seemed perpetually cloudy, a sign of something significant and dangerous.Rowena stood at the edge of the Amerotha forest. She could feel the chill of the earth slowly rising and seeping through her skin, spreading a dampness that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.The atmosphere was oppressive. Rowena closed her eyes and tried to feel the invisible vibrations around her. She felt a wave of power mixed with chaos.Rowena opened her eyes wide. She stood motionless;
Graham acted quickly after receiving the latest news from Ivan. He immediately sought out Kendrick to report."Alpha."Kendrick turned around. The arrival of Graham and his demeanor made him immediately ask, "Is there any news from Ivan?""Yes," Graham replied, stopping in front of Kendrick. He continued, "Ivan and the elite warrior team are ready, Alpha. They are on standby to launch the attack in thirty minutes. Ivan awaits your command."A faint frown appeared on Kendrick's forehead. "How are their preparations?""Ivan has divided his elite team into three core groups. Each will attack using guerrilla tactics," Graham answered clearly. He then explained the focus of each group's attack. "This strategy is risky, but Ivan has ensured that their movements will not be detected by the Nimbria pack."Kendrick nodded once. "I am well aware of their expertise. Ivan and his elite team are very skilled at guerrilla tactics. The chances of success are high, but we cannot stand idly by." After
War is never a good thing. Each clash of battle, each roar of rage, only deepens the wounds that will not easily heal. The land, once fertile and peaceful, is now stained with blood. The once refreshing air trembles with desperate cries. Every footstep no longer leaves a trace of life, but instead marks the terrible footprints of death. Amidst the din of the ongoing battle, some tried to close their mouths tightly to prevent any sound from escaping. They created silence, hoping that their lives would be spared in the silence. Their minds spun in circles, filled with growing fear. They realized that the critical situation was far from over. The battle continued, even though the warriors of the Frostholm Pack had managed to push back the warriors of the Nimbria Pack. They braced themselves for the worst, expecting the war to erupt even more violently than before. Time seemed to move so slowly. Each passing second felt like a game of death. In their minds, the image of death became m
One thing Connor hadn't imagined was that the Frostholm Pack would be able to thwart the Nimbria Pack's sudden attack. The attack had been so well planned and organized. Every step they took had been meticulously calculated, and every weakness of the Frostholm Pack had been carefully mapped out. But the reality of the battlefield told a different story. Connor stood on a small hill and surveyed the battlefield, unable to contain his shock at the tragic sight before him. His troops, known for their cruelty and ferocity, were forced to retreat in defeat. The remaining warriors of the Nimbria Pack moved quickly to find cover from the relentless onslaught of the Frostholm Pack. The cries of pain from the wounded echoed in the air, fueling his growing rage. Connor's earlier vision, just before the warriors of the Nimbria Pack launched their sudden attack, had been of an easy victory. He had imagined the warriors of the Frostholm Pack overwhelmed, cornered, and finally surrendering to the
The Eresca Valley lay between two towering mountain ranges, separating the outside world from a place of silence and solitude. Thick fog often hung low, enveloping the valley in a chilling gray atmosphere. Old trees with sturdy trunks and strong, spreading roots dominated the landscape, their leaves rustling in the cold wind. Among the dense vegetation, owls glided silently, seemingly the only silent witnesses to all that was happening. They stood still, watching only as the injured wolves hid there, unmoved even when someone approached. Marcus moved quickly and nimbly along a narrow path. His breath came out in visible puffs in the cold air. He seemed focused; his eyes sharp as he peered through the thick fog to find his target. Exactly at a narrow gap between two large rocks. This was Marcus' destination: the hiding place of the Nimbria warriors.The hiding place was hidden from view, accessible only to those who knew the way. Its location was surrounded by sheer cliffs and dense
The warriors of the Nimbria Pack were completely helpless. The attack came so suddenly that they realized it too late. They believed that the calm in their hiding camp was due to the fact that the situation was under control and the Frostholm Pack was unaware of their presence. But the opposite was true. The Frostholm Pack had known from the beginning that the Nimbria warriors were using the Eresca Valley to hide and wait for the right moment to strike.The sudden attack hit the Nimbria warriors with remarkable speed and precision, giving them no time to react. Ironically, they were unaware of the attack until it was too late.The elite warriors of the Frostholm Pack employed highly effective tactics. They took advantage of the stillness and silence of the Eresca Valley, as well as the fact that the Nimbria warriors moved in the dark and did their best to remain inconspicuous.Everything was done with careful calculation. Then executed with precision. One by one, the Nimbria warriors
Bad news struck again, and this time it shook Connor even more than before. The hiding camp of the Nimbria Pack warriors in the Eresca Valley had been surrounded by the Frostholm Pack warriors. Moreover, they were now being slaughtered mercilessly and could not offer any significant resistance.Connor's blood was boiling. His hands clenched tightly as he felt the urge to punch and smash anything in front of him. The rage that consumed him was truly uncontrollable. He couldn't believe that the warriors of the Frostholm Pack would attack them so quickly and effectively."How could this be?" Connor muttered angrily. He turned quickly and glared at Marcus, who had just arrived with the bad news. He noticed Marcus' disheveled state. "How could the Frostholm Pack humiliate us like this?" He shook his head repeatedly, frustration clouding his thoughts. "We have to act now!"Marcus, still catching his breath after narrowly escaping the Frostholm Pack warriors' encirclement, dared to take a ch
"We must hurry, Ayla. Move quickly."Ayla nodded to Bruce. Then she turned to Mariah, who was carrying Usher. Together they walked down the long corridor."So, the war is really happening, Bruce?" Ayla asked in a quiet voice. Her tone was one of deep concern. "Is there no way to avoid it?"Bruce hesitated for a moment, seemingly unsure of how to answer. But finally, he nodded. "Actually, the war has been going on since the Nimbria Pack attacked us that night. All we can do now is fight them and defeat them. That's the only way to end it."Ayla said nothing more. Instead, her mind was filled with different possibilities. Deep down, however, she hoped that fate would favor the Frostholm Pack. They had to win, otherwise she couldn't imagine the misfortune that would befall them.It was common knowledge that the Nimbria pack was notoriously ruthless. They often invaded the territories of other packs, conquering them and torturing their members without mercy.Ayla's heart ached. Torture an