Chapter fifty — Cracks
The wolves who came in were not what anyone expected.
Not fighters.
Not operatives.
Just wolves.
Common rank. Lower rank. Some of them barely older than Lena.
Fourteen of them standing in the compound courtyard in the early morning light looking at Mara like she was the answer to a question they had been carrying for a very long time.
She looked back at all of them.
At their faces.
At the specific expression she kept seeing.
Recognition.
She understood it now.
The second phase had moved through their bloodlines and made visible everything their pack leadership had built on lies and they had walked toward the source of the truth the same way the first eleven had walked out of the trees.
Because when you have spent your whole life being told something is t
