The camp was bustling with activity as the pack prepared for the upcoming mission. Lucia, seated on a log outside her tent, felt a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Her first mission outside the den was crucial, and the safety of the pack depended on its success. She knew her role was vital, but the gravity of the situation weighed heavily on her.
Lucia’s thoughts were interrupted by a shadow falling across her. She looked up to see Miranda standing there, holding a bundle of clothes. Miranda’s expression was unreadable, a mix of duty and disdain.
“Miranda?” Lucia asked, confusion evident in her voice. “What are you doing here?”
Miranda took a deep breath, clearly not thrilled with the task at hand. “Ragnar has requested that I help you prepare for the mission. You need to look li
