Elena
*****Silverfang Territory — Guest House Grounds
Minutes Later*****
Silverfang was no longer safe.
The thought echoed through me as I carried my children out of the shattered guest house, broken glass crunching under my boots. Finn’s small arms were locked tightly around my neck, his face buried against my shoulder. Fia clung to my side, her fingers twisted into my sleeve like she was afraid I might disappear if she let go.
The night air was thick with blood and fear.
Bodies littered the courtyard, rogues, traitors, wolves who had once worn Silverfang colors. Some still breathed. Others didn’t. Warriors moved swiftly, dragging the wounded away, finishing fights at the borders. Torches burned too bright, casting sharp shadows that twisted over the ground.
Every sound felt too lo
