Trust, Lila had learned, never arrived quietly.
It came with echoes.
The visiting wolves had begun to settle along the southern border, their temporary shelters turning into structured dwellings, their guarded expressions softening by degrees. Trade began in small exchanges—herbs for dried meat, furs for woven blankets.
But peace never erased history.
It only asked whether you could carry it without letting it rule you.
The reminder came just before dusk.
Alden and Rowan were returning from a joint patrol with two visiting wolves when a runner intercepted them, breathless.
“There’s a problem at the old crossing,” he said. “A hunter from their group clashed with one of ours.”
Rowan stiffened. “Injured?”
“Pride,” the runner said. “Not flesh.”
Alden exchanged a look with Rowan.
“Le
