TATIANA POV
The aftermath of the battle left the air heavy with tension and exhaustion. As night fell, the camp was lit by the flickering glow of torches, their flames dancing like restless spirits in the darkness.
I stood at the edge of the training grounds, my heart still racing, the adrenaline slowly ebbing away.
“Tatiana,” Fritz called, approaching me with a concerned look. “You did well out there. But we need to talk about what happened. The pack is shaken.”
I nodded, feeling the weight of the evening’s events pressing down on me. “I know. We need to reassure them. They can’t lose faith in us now.”
“Some are still loyal to Harper,” he warned, his expression grave. “If she returns, they might side with her. We need to act quickly.”
“Then we’ll gather everyone,” I replied, dete
