The camp had settled into an uneasy calm after the destruction of Lysander's stronghold. Though they had achieved a significant victory, everyone knew that their enemy was still out there, lurking in the shadows. The pack leaders spent the following days fortifying their defenses and preparing for the inevitable retaliation.
Marinetta woke early, the morning light just beginning to filter through the trees. She dressed quickly and made her way to the command tent, where Harley was already poring over the recovered documents with Aislinn.
"Morning," she greeted, pouring herself a cup of coffee. "Any new insights?"
Harley looked up, his face lined with fatigue. "A few. Aislinn found some references to an artifact Lysander might be after. Something called the Shadow Orb. Apparently, it can amplify his dark magic exponentially."
Aislinn nodded, her expression grim. "If he gets his hands on it, we could be in serious trouble. We need to find it first and destroy it."
