The Search Begins

The morning was crisp, with a thin layer of mist hanging over the pack’s territory. Kyla stood at the edge of the forest, staring into the thick trees that stretched far beyond what the eye could see. She could feel the weight of the task ahead pressing down on her. The search for the artifact had begun, and failure was not an option.

Damian stood beside her, his hazel eyes scanning the treeline. Behind them, a small group of the pack’s best warriors were preparing for the journey. Each of them had been handpicked by Damian for their loyalty and skill. They were all aware of the dangers that awaited them, but none of them wavered.

Kyla took a deep breath and looked up at Damian. “Are you sure we’re ready for this?”

Damian nodded, though the lines of worry on his face told her that he was just as uncertain as she was. “We don’t have a choice, Kyla. We need to find that artifact before Vance does. It’s the only way to protect the pack.”

Kyla nodded, her hand instinctively resting on her