Chapter 53: The Town's Stand

The night air was thick with anticipation as Nathanial and I burst into the town square, the freed werewolves blending into the shadows around us. Silverwood Falls lay before us, its quaint charm now under the shadow of a looming threat. Gabriel’s men were closing in, and we had little time to prepare for what was to come.

"Nathanial, we need to rally the townsfolk," I said urgently, my breath coming in short bursts. "If we can get them to see the truth, we might have a chance to defend the town and lure Gabriel into the open."

Nathanial nodded, his expression grim but determined. "I'll gather the others and start spreading the word. We need every able body if we're going to stand a chance against Gabriel's men."

As Nathanial disappeared into the night, I turned my attention to the freed werewolves. Their eyes, still wild from their recent captivity, glimmered with a mixture of fear and defiance.

"Stay hidden for now," I instructed. "We'll need your strength when the time comes, but fo