61 The Rescue

Kane

The moon hung low in the sky as we arrived at the outskirts of Samyspring. A sea of towering trees greeted us, their leaves rustling with a nervous energy that seemed to mirror our own. The anticipation in the air was palpable, a tension that crackled like electricity. Richard rode at my side, his gaze a blazing fire of determination – the rightful alpha of Samyspring, resolute in his quest to reclaim what had been unjustly taken from him by his best friend. The gravity of our mission hung heavy in the air, and as we neared the entrance to the pack, a formidable line of roguish figures awaited us. Carlos, it seemed, had been forewarned of our arrival, and his forces were poised for confrontation. There was no room for negotiation; this was a battle that had to be fought.

As our vehicles came to a halt, my pack and I disembarked, the air crackling with tension. The transformation came naturally, a seamless shift from human to wolf form. Our muscles flexed beneath the sleek fur th