In the heart of the vast, shadowy forest, Grayson’s pack gathered under the full moon for a crucial meeting. Tension crackled in the air as low growls and whispers echoed among the towering trees. "We need to secure the borders," one muttered. Another grunted in agreement. Suddenly, Grayson’s icy gaze snapped toward the wind. A foreign scent had infiltrated their territory. His voice, deep and menacing, rumbled, "We’re not alone." The pack tensed, every instinct on high alert. The hunt was about to begin..