The silence that followed Selene's warning lingered long after the words were spoken.
Nobody rushed to fill it.
Even the younger wolves who normally whispered among themselves remained quiet, as though instinctively recognizing the weight of what had just been revealed.
Nyra stood motionless near the center of the clearing, studying Selene carefully. The woman didn't look like someone trying to frighten them. If anything, she seemed tired.
Not physically.
Emotionally.
Like someone who had spent too long watching powerful people make terrible decisions.
Around them, the camp slowly resumed movement, but the atmosphere had changed. Conversations became subdued. Patrol wolves exchanged meaningful glances. Even the children sensed something was wrong and stayed closer to the shelters th
