The tension in the camp was palpable as the pack and their allies gathered around the central fire. The night was unusually quiet, with only the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant howl of a lone wolf breaking the stillness. The success of disrupting Lysander's ritual had given them a brief respite, but no one was under the illusion that the danger had passed.
Marinetta stood at the head of the gathering, her gaze sweeping over the faces of her comrades. She saw the weariness in their eyes, but also the determination. They had fought hard to protect their home and would do so again without hesitation.
"Thank you all for your efforts today," Marinetta began, her voice steady. "We managed to thwart Lysander's plans, but we must remain vigilant. We don't know what his next move will be, but we must be prepared for anything."
