“You’re not ready for this,” Kian’s voice is firm, his eyes narrowed, jaw set with determination.
I stop in my tracks, the wind ruffling my hair as I turn to face him. The sun is dipping below the horizon, casting an orange hue across the land. The remains of our pack’s once-grand home lay in ruins behind us, but I can’t help but feel a strange sense of possibility rising in the air. The curse may have been broken, but this is only the beginning.
“We don’t have a choice,” I reply, my voice quieter than I intended. The weight of what we must rebuild hangs heavily in the air. I glance toward my siblings, who are gathering supplies for the journey ahead. “We have to try.”
“You should let the older wolves handle it. You’re not—” Kian pauses, his words trailing off. He’s never been one to mi
