Promise Me?

The dawn of the war arrived with a sense of urgency, the air charged with anticipation and tension. The dawn painted the sky with shades of pink and orange as our packs gathered in their respective positions, hidden from view, lying in wait. Isabella and I stood side by side at the forefront of our united force, our eyes fixed on the horizon.

As the sun crept above the horizon, casting its warm light upon the battlefield, a hushed silence settled over us. The minutes stretched, each one pregnant with the knowledge that our opponents would soon arrive.

And then, in the distance, a cloud of dust arose, the ground trembling faintly under the weight of hundreds of approaching foes. Isabella and I exchanged a glance, our determination unwavering.

"They're here," I murmured, my voice barely audible over the palpable tension.

Isabella's grip on her weapon tightened, her gaze fixed on the horizon. "Let's show them what unity can achieve."

As the opposing force drew closer, the details became