Downstairs, the pack house is a hive of activity. Workers repair battle damage, warriors drill in the courtyard, and pack members go about their daily routines with the resilience of people used to bouncing back from crisis.
Several wolves stop and stare when they see me. Some with awe, some with fear, some with curiosity. Word has spread about what I did to Morganna. About the divine power I wielded.
I keep my head high and keep walking.
Luna Ava intercepts me near the library. "Isla. Good, you're awake. Walk with me?"
It's phrased as a question but feels like a command. I fall into step beside her as she leads me toward the northern wing of the pack house.
"The Council is pushing hard for access to you." She doesn't waste time with pleasantries. "They want you brought to their headq
