The early morning sun filtered through the cabin's windows as Mishka paced anxiously in the main room. The Pack members had been in and out all night, coordinating search efforts and strengthening their defenses against potential Crimson Rogue attacks.
Graham approached her, two steaming mugs in hand. "Thought you could use this," he said, offering her one.
Mishka accepted the coffee gratefully. "Any news on Bruce?"
Graham shook his head. "The healer's still with him. His condition is... stable, but unpredictable. Those red eyes come and go."
Before Mishka could respond, the Pack Leader strode into the room, his face etched with determination. "We may have a lead on the key Bruce mentioned," he announced.
Everyone in the room snapped to attention.
"I've been in touch with some of our elder council members," the Pack Leader continued. "They've uncovered an old legend that might be relevant. It speaks of an ancient artifact called the Moonstone Key."