The rescued wolves were safe, but the victory felt hollow.
Back at the mill, the three young hostages were being tended by healers. They had been roughed up but were alive. The pack gathered in the main hall, relief mixing with exhaustion and renewed anger at Selene’s betrayal.
Elena moved among the injured, offering quiet words of comfort and checking on their wounds. The rescued female wolf gripped her hand tightly.
“Thank you, Luna,” she whispered. “I thought we were lost when Selene appeared. You came for us.”
Elena squeezed her hand. “We always will. You’re pack. That means something.”
Luke watched her from across the hall, pride and love surging through the mate bond. She was becoming the Luna the pack needed — not just in battle, but in these quiet moments of care.
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