A massive gate loomed ahead of Dimitri, Liam, and Sorayah, its towering iron bars etched with ancient runes that shimmered faintly beneath the early morning mist. Other werewolves moved steadily into the Icemist Pack's territory, pushing wheelbarrows and crates, their bodies tense with the wariness of strangers crossing into unfamiliar land.
Without wasting time, Dimitri gripped the handles of their wooden wheelbarrow and pushed it forward toward the guards stationed at the gate. Liam followed closely behind, his eyes scanning their surroundings with quiet caution.
One of the guards stepped forward, his expression unreadable beneath the gleam of his helmet. He held up a hand to halt them. "You're new here," he stated gruffly. "You don't belong to this pack. What pack do you hail from?"
