Winter was getting harsher with each passing day. Snow was mounting, and the wind was howling like a distressed beast.
The fortress around the Black Moon Pack has been fully erected. The amalgamation of the West Wood and Black Moon Pack had been completed.
The crystal mine's location has been found but the terrain, in this weather, was too dangerous. Especially with the monsters lurking around the perimeters of the mine.
The Luna couldn't risk the lives of her pack members to mine in this weather. If the human village survived the Winter Fury, then Reana would give them full control over the mine. But at the moment, she had other things to worry about.
Reana stood on the watch post, eyes locked in the distance. A message from the scouts she sent out reached her earlier that morning: the delegations to the Southern Island had been spotted, making their way back to the pack.
