Aria's POV
There was no time for the Willow Pack to relax—not after what happened during the New Moon.
The very next day, life resumed as if nothing had happened, except for one thing: training intensity doubled. I personally made sure of it.
The damage from the ambush was thankfully minimal. The real battle had taken place at the forest borders, not within the heart of our pack territory. That alone spared countless lives and structures. By afternoon, the warriors had finished reinforcing the breached perimeters and, with grim efficiency, buried the enemy corpses in one mass grave dug by Dad. It wasn’t a sign of disrespect—it was practicality. We couldn’t spare time for ceremony. Not now.
I watched from a distance as he covered the last of the grave. His silhouette, backlit by the aft
