Chapter 57 The Third Threat

The forest had fallen into a still silence, the kind that only came before something dreadful. In the shadows of the Northern Range, far from the Ghostwood Forest and the Crescent Moon stronghold, a hidden circle gathered in the old ruins once used by exiled warriors. These were not just any wolves, they were the heads of the Outsider Pack. Garrick, their pack leader, leaned against a broken stone pillar, his eyes cold and calculating as he watched the fire flicker before him. Around him were his most trusted: Brax, the scarred second-in-command with eyes like flint; Mira, the icy strategist who had trained spies since she could walk; and Tan, the brute enforcer whose claws had once torn through the throat of a Crescent enforcer.