Ravens POV

Then, just when it felt like we couldn't go on any longer, we heard the distant sound of howling. Hope surged within us as we recognized the familiar cadence of our pack's howls. They were close.

Zach and I exchanged a glance, a mixture of exhaustion and anticipation in our eyes. With a newfound burst of energy, we pushed forward, following the sound of the howls through the dense forest.

And then, they emerged from the shadows, a formidable force of werewolves led by Dylan himself. Relief flooded through me as I saw familiar faces among them, friends and allies who had come to our aid.

Dylan's eyes met mine, a silent understanding passing between us. Without a word, he stepped forward, his presence commanding respect and authority. Planting a firm kiss on my lips, "Are you both alright?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

"We're okay," Zach replied, his voice hoarse from the earlier fight. "Thanks to you and the pack."

Dylan nodded, his gaze sweeping over us, he growled as he s