The night was unusually silent as Marinetta and her team braced themselves for the impending assault. The air was charged with tension, the calm before the storm that had been brewing for days. The camp was on high alert, every wolf prepared for the confrontation they had been anticipating.
Marinetta stood at the perimeter of the camp, her senses sharpened and her mind focused. Harley joined her, his expression grim but resolute.
"This is it," Harley said, his voice low. "The attack will come soon. We need to be ready to respond quickly."
Marinetta nodded. "We've fortified our defenses and coordinated with our allies. Our primary goal is to protect the camp and repel any incursions."
As they spoke, a distant rumble echoed through the forest, signaling the approach of an army. The sound grew louder, accompanied by the low murmur of dark magic. Marinetta's heart pounded as she prepared for the confrontation.
