Chapter 43
The forest was eerily quiet now, a stark contrast to the chaos that had consumed it moments ago. Wolves padded silently through the underbrush, their senses on high alert, every shadow a potential threat. My wolf prowled beneath my skin, muscles coiled, instincts sharp, every nerve ending alive with anticipation. Dastien walked beside me, aura glowing softly, but I could feel the tension radiating off him. Even in calm moments, danger clung to the air like mist. We moved toward the center of the pack, where the injured and shaken were gathered. Several of the younger wolves were huddled together, fear etched across their faces. The alpha, the enemy, had retreated—for now—but his presence lingered, a dark weight pressing on us, a promise of a storm yet to come. “Tessa, check on the others
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