Fifty

Prince Simon’s point of view

As the night’s festivities came to a close, a sudden disruption shattered the air. The calm tranquility of our celebration was abruptly shattered as an ominous force descended upon us. Without warning, the tranquility of the meadow was invaded by a wave of darkness and chaos.

I instinctively tightened my grip on Golder’s hand, my senses heightened as I scanned the surroundings. The once-celebratory atmosphere was now engulfed in a chilling silence, broken only by the distant sound of echoing footsteps and the eerie whispers of the intruders.

The pack members swiftly rallied together, forming a defensive circle around us. Their eyes burned with determination, ready to protect their princess and our kingdom at all costs. But as the adversaries emerged from the shadows, it became evident that we were facing an overwhelmingly formidable enemy.

The invaders were unlike anything we had encountered before. Clad in dark armor that seemed to absorb all light, they