The morning after the rebellion dawned, every where was quiet, too quiet.
The fires had been extinguished, the courtyard cleaned, and the bodies buried before sunrise. But no matter how much the pack tried to erase the signs of battle, the air still smelled of smoke and regret.
Shadowfang was breathing again, but the breaths were shallow. Fragile. Afraid.
Ronan stood at the center of the training grounds, his voice sharp as he gave orders to the guards. Wolves moved swiftly, rebuilding the barricades, reforging weapons, and reinforcing boundaries. The Alpha’s command echoed strength but I could sense the exhaustion beneath it.
Every time I looked at him, I saw the same haunted look in his eyes. The one that whispered of guilt and ghosts.
I wanted to reach him. But something held me ba
