The tension in the air was thick as the pack prepared for the inevitable clash with Lysander. Every member was armed and ready, their senses heightened as they waited for the first sign of the enemy's approach. The camp, once a place of refuge, now felt like a fortress on the brink of siege.
Marinetta moved through the ranks, checking on her packmates, offering words of encouragement, and making sure everyone was in their assigned positions. She could feel the weight of their expectations, the unspoken belief that she and Harley would lead them to victory. It was a heavy burden, but one she was determined to carry.
As she approached Zack, who was standing near the perimeter, his eyes scanning the treeline, he turned to her with a grim smile. "Are you ready for this?" he asked, his voice steady despite the tension in the air.
Marinetta nodded, though her heart was pounding. "As ready as I'll ever be. What about you?"
