The days following the united pack run brought a fragile sense of hope to Silverpine.
Training sessions grew larger and more focused. Elena’s morning combat classes now regularly drew over thirty wolves, including several from Garrick’s group.
She moved among them with quiet confidence, correcting form, demonstrating techniques, and using the mate bond to show how synchronized fighting could turn the tide in battle.
Luke watched her from the sidelines more often than not, pride swelling in his chest every time a skeptical wolf nodded in respect after one of her lessons.
But hope was tempered by reality.
Scouts returned daily with grim reports: Ironfang was massing forces near the eastern ridge. Selene had been seen openly among them, no longer hiding her allegiance. She was feeding t
