Thirty

Prince Simon’s point of view

As I stood on the balcony of the palace, overlooking the city, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread. The pack from the distant land was getting closer, and we were running out of time.

Princess Golder stood beside me, her eyes scanning the horizon. “We need help,” she said quietly. “We cannot defeat them alone.”

I knew she was right. We had to find allies if we wanted to stand a chance against this new threat. But who could we trust?

We decided to reach out to the neighboring pack, the Blackwood pack. They were known for their strength and their fierce warriors, but there was also a history of tension and mistrust between our packs.

I gathered our advisors and generals in the throne room to discuss our plan. “We need to form an alliance with the Blackwood pack,” I said firmly.

There were murmurs of agreement and disagreement among the group. Some were skeptical, while others saw it as our only option.

“We cannot trust them,” one of our advisors said.