Chapter 33: Divided Loyalties
(Rhys's POV)
The moon hung like a pale sentinel as our vehicles rolled into Silver Ridge territory. The air carried the unmistakable scent of fear, blood, and despair. I had never seen devastation like this before - homes torn apart, scorched earth where gardens once flourished, and the lingering scent of rogue wolves who had shown no mercy.
"Keep the lights dim," I instructed Lucian as our convoy approached the pack headquarters. "We don't need to draw unnecessary attention."
I had specifically ordered that no welcoming parties be assembled. The last thing these suffering packs needed was to waste resources on ceremony.
My wolves moved with silent efficiency, unpacking medical supplies and emergency rations. I stepped from the vehicle, the crisp nig
