It was supposed to be a rather normal evening for the Grashalm pack. Gwendolyn sipped on her warm drink, passing the night with a book. Since they had no ties with the humans, the Grashalm pack continued to be nocturnal. It was for the best. On this night, almost everyone was awake when the invaders came to get rid of them.
Gwendolyn didn't know who came. She only knew that they were powerful. Her wolves could match their strength, but the night raid was too stealthy. Without a central command, the wolves struggled to fight back. The invaders also knew which sections of the manor to attack.
"Len really did come… just as he said he would." The princess sighed at the sudden realization. No wonder she was alive. Their accidental allies came to her rescue.
