The Uprising

The day started like any other for the two elderly gentlemen lounging by the riverbank, their fishing rods lazily cast into the calm waters. The sun was warm, and the gentle breeze carried the scent of pine and earth. They came here often, always catching a good batch to grill for dinner, the rhythmic ripples of the river a familiar and soothing sight.

But this time, the ripples revealed something far more ominous than a fish. The water trembled, and soon the ground beneath them did too. At first, they thought it was a distant stampede, perhaps wild horses rushing through the forest. Yet what burst from the tree line was not hooves, but paws—hundreds, thousands of them—thundering toward the riverbank. Their breath caught in their throats as they realized this was no ordinary stampede. It was an army of wolves, led by a creature of legend—the most formidable she-wolf the world had ever known.

Amani steered the charge, her powerful muscles propelling her as she leapt effortlessly over t