94. Jalen

The news of the silver syndicate's plan to attack our pack spread like wildfire. The soldiers of our pack told me in detail about the rumors and their sources.

My blood boiled with anger and I felt the same intense rage that I felt when I lost my father. He had died at the hands of the silver syndicate. The thought of their warriors coming after we filled me with a sense of urgency, and I knew I had to act quickly to protect my pack and honor my father's legacy.

I rallied my pack mates and we shifted into our beast forms, our powerful bodies rippling with muscles and bristling with fur. As we ran towards the silver syndicate's pack, I felt the adrenaline coursing through my veins, driving me forward. The night sky was lit up with the sounds of our growls and snarls, and the ground shook with the force of our paws as we pounded the earth.

The silver syndicate's warriors were waiting for us, ready for battle. They were in their beast forms too, snarling and baring their sharp teeth.

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