Chapter 37: The Return (Rhys's POV)
The crisp morning air filled my lungs as I stood at the edge of Silver Ridge, watching the first rays of sunlight paint the sky. One month had passed since we arrived at this devastated territory, and the transformation was remarkable.
Where once destruction reigned, pack members now moved with purpose. Children played freely, no longer hiding from rogue attacks. The howls echoing through the valley were songs of renewal rather than cries of mourning.
I'd worked alongside these wolves daily—distributing supplies, organizing hunting parties, helping the injured. My team had tracked the rogues to their hiding places, established patrols, and secured the perimeter. The healers we'd brought had prevented the illness that typically followed such attacks
