Chapter 44 The Unseen Battle For The Soul

• The relentless winter pressed down on the unified packs, exacerbating the Shadow Weaver’s war of attrition. The snow fell ceaselessly, blanketing the land and burying the dwindling food stores. The wind howled, carrying not just the chill of ice, but the insidious whispers of doubt and despair that gnawed at the edges of their unity.
• Raids on supply convoys became more frequent, not large-scale assaults, but cunning, hit-and-run attacks designed to disrupt and instill fear. Resources were stretched thin, and even Elara’s presence struggled to fully quell the rising resentment over rationing.
• "The Weaver's trying to make us turn on each other," Alpha Lyra observed grimly during a war council, her sharp eyes scanning the weary faces around the fire. "Hunger breeds anger. Cold breeds suspicion."