I stood on the stone platform, high above the valley where both packs gathered. My fingers trembled slightly at my sides, not from fear—but from the weight of what I was about to do. The wind tugged at my hair, sending black strands whipping around my face, but I didn’t flinch.
Elias stood beside me, calm as ever, eyes scanning the crowd with quiet confidence. He didn’t say much, but when his fingers brushed mine, I knew I wasn’t standing there alone.
“You’ve got them,” he murmured under his breath, voice low enough that only I could hear.
I swallowed, eyes locking on the mix of familiar and foreign faces below. My people. His people. Divided by decades of tension. Bound by ancient blood feuds and stubborn alphas who’d rather see the earth burn than bow.
I took a step forward. “I’m not
