Zane
The first days after the attack were strange.
Not because there was chaos. The pack recovered quickly. We repaired the walls, reinforced the gate, doubled the guard rotations. Most of the injured healed up, Lysa included—surprisingly fast. My warriors returned to their usual rhythm, as if it had only been a bad night.
But what happened with Elariana… didn’t fit into any kind of “usual order.”
My wolves didn’t forget.
They didn’t want to.
At first the healers were incredulous, then they started whispering. My betas tried to handle it calmly, but even on them I could see how hard it was to pretend nothing had fundamentally changed. The warriors who had been there—who had seen the moonlight—looked at her differently now. Not with pity. Not with curiosity.
With respect.
And that w
