Caden, the head of the pack’s scout team, is the eyes and ears that keep his pack safe. Tasked with gathering intelligence on potential threats, he’s always vigilant, ensuring no danger slips through the cracks.
He expects nothing less than full protocol from his team, and he keeps a watchful eye on the pack. After all, it’s his job to protect them, no matter the cost.
On his usual patrol, something catches his attention. The pups are playing near the mellow fields, a heartwarming sight amidst the usual tension. Normally, the pack is a mix of wolves and humans—half in their human forms, half in their wolf skins, each living on the edge of two worlds.
A gust of wind sweeps down from the mountain peaks. It’s a familiar scent, one that’s unmistakable. Water. A lot of it. He sighs. Rain. The last thing they need right now, but it’s clear from the wind’s bite that it’s coming. The downpour will hit by nightfall.
His gaze shifts, drawn to the center of the pack’s territory. There’s a stir—commotion near the main camp. The hunting team has returned, presenting their haul to the alpha. At least tonight, there will be a feast.
With a deep breath, Caden continues his patrol, his senses on high alert. His ears twitch, listening for any sign of trouble, as the wind picks up and the clouds begin to gather above.