The next morning at the first light, Cassandra and Poppy were on the familiar path back to the Crimson Ridge pack.
"Cassandra, we can leave later. It's too early, and you've just been on a hunt. You need rest," Poppy urged, concern etched on her face.
But Cassandra, feeling the weight of unseen troubles, was restless. "No, Poppy, the night was too long. I just want to get out of this place of trouble as soon as possible."
As they approached the Crimson Ridge Pack, Cassandra couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. The atmosphere within the pack was tense, a departure from the usual routine. Normally, the general of the army would have been waiting at Cassandra's residence, ready to report on the pack's activities during her absence. However, this time, there was an unusual s
