POV: Mason
The sun's early rays painted the sky with hues of orange and pink, casting a serene glow over the village. Despite the impending battle, there was a strange, almost eerie calmness in the air. Mason stood at the edge of the training grounds, watching as the various supernatural beings prepared for the conflict that lay ahead.
He felt a sense of pride seeing the unity among them—werewolves, witches, Fae, and even humans, all working together, their differences set aside in the face of a common enemy. Mason knew that this unity was their strongest weapon.
"Morning, Mason," David's voice broke the silence. Mason turned to see him approaching, a serious yet calm expression on his face.
"Good morning, David," Mason replied. "How's everything looking?"
David sighed, rubbing the ba
