"Werewolves are born to fight—to defend what is ours, to protect what we love—who we love!" Charna's voice thundered through the clearing, her eyes blazing with conviction. She raised her fist high, a fierce rallying cry that sent a surge of energy through the gathered pack.
Morgan, heart pounding, scanned the faces around her. Fear tightened her chest as she saw the fire in their eyes, the way they clenched their fists, already swayed by Charna's passion. Desperate, she stepped forward.
"There are other ways to protect our loved ones," she argued, her voice urgent. "Charging into war isn't the only answer! Abandoning our home—everything we've rebuilt after so much loss—is reckless. We've fought too hard to throw it all away."
But the pack had already chosen their leader.
"The world is ending, Morgan," someone muttered.
"What's the point of staying if everything is going to burn?" another scoffed.
