Lane Conlay’s POV
Lane spent the next month working tirelessly to rebuild the foundation of her ancestral packhouse, opening her borders and trying to recruit other wolves into the Silvermoon territory. But the initial response was disheartening. Weeks bled by, and practically nobody came.
The only ones who moved their entire lives into her territory were Grandfather Raymond, Uncle Marcus, and their immediate family.
Standing on the grand balcony overlooking the largely quiet training grounds, Lane turned to her grandfather, her brow furrowing slightly.
"Grandfather Raymond, I know your own pack is legendary for trade and commerce across the continent. Silvermoon was always built on military defense, not trade. The logistics don't match for your merchant wolves. Why force your people
