The sun had just begun to rise, casting a warm golden light over the pack compound. The aftermath of the ritual had left everyone exhausted but relieved. The courtyard, once a site of intense energy and tension, was now peaceful, with only the faint glow of the runes remaining as a reminder of the night's events.
Marinetta and Harley stood together on the edge of the courtyard, taking in the calm that followed the storm. The morning air was fresh and invigorating, a stark contrast to the oppressive darkness they had faced the previous night.
"That was a close call," Harley said, his voice low and contemplative. "But we did it. The Wraith's influence is contained for now."
Marinetta nodded, her gaze fixed on the horizon. "It's a relief, but I can't shake the feeling that this is only the beginning. The Wraith's presence was stronger than we anticipated, and I fear there may be more to come."
