Chapter 115 Red Claw Pack

• Isla’s POV
• I stood at the edge of our Blue Mountain pack's territory, my eyes fixed on the distant horizon. The morning sun had just begun to peek over the rolling hills, casting a warm glow over the lush forest surrounding us. But the scene's beauty did little to calm the storm of emotions raging within me.
• News had arrived from our patrol officers of an impending attack by a rival pack hellbent on conquering our lands and subjugating our people.