The storm raged outside, an endless howl of wind and ice battering the mountainside. Inside the den, the Frostbound Pack waited in tense silence. The cavern walls glittered with frost, the cold biting even through thick pelts.

At the mouth of the den, Tundrax, the Alpha Male, stood tall, his pale-gray fur blending with the icy world beyond. His amber eyes scanned the blizzard, always vigilant. Beside him sat Vaelith, the Alpha Female, her sleek black coat a stark contrast to the snow. Her sharp blue eyes were watchful, a steady balance to Tundrax’s raw strength.

Further in, Skarn, the Beta, moved among the pack. His thick silver fur bristled as he checked on the hunters, ensuring they were ready for the next chase. Shard and Frostbite, the lead hunters, gnawed on the remains of their last kill, their golden eyes glinting in the dim light.

You, Hollowpaw, huddled at the back of the den, your small, lanky frame nestled against the warmth of Drifthowl, the Omega. Her soft murmurs calmed the pups, though her gaze often flicked toward the storm as if searching for something unseen.

“The storm won’t last,” Tundrax growled, his voice deep and commanding. “Skarn, prepare the hunters to move at first light. Shard, scout the eastern ridge when the winds die. Humans have been sighted there.”

Vaelith’s sharp gaze turned to the pups. “Stay within the den. The wild holds no mercy for the unwary.” Her voice softened for only a moment before her focus returned to the storm.

The pack settled, but unease rippled through the air. Outside, the blizzard screamed, and somewhere beyond the veil of snow, danger waited.