The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a silvery glow over the quiet expanse of the pack territory. Mason stood at the edge of the clearing, his senses attuned to the rustling of leaves and the distant howls echoing through the forest. It had been a restless night, filled with unease and a lingering sense of impending danger.
Beside him, Alex paced with a nervous energy, her eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of movement. The recent incidents with rogue werewolves had put everyone on edge, and tonight's patrol felt more urgent than ever.
"Do you think they'll come tonight?" Alex whispered, breaking the silence that enveloped them like a shroud.
Mason glanced at her, his expression grave. "I don't know," he admitted quietly. "But we have to be prepared."
They had been patrollin
