Chapter 19: Tender Moments
(Elara's POV)
The afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows of our new residence. Rhys and I sat on a plush leather couch, partially hidden by a wooden privacy screen. The pack attendants had silently withdrawn, leaving us alone.
"So the Northern Alliance dissolved due to internal power struggles rather than external threats," Rhys said, his amber eyes showing interest in our discussion of werewolf history.
I nodded eagerly. "Exactly! The history books often overlook that the key factor was the incompatibility between traditional hierarchies and newer territorial claims."
I noticed Rhys studying my face with growing admiration.
"You have an impressive understanding of our history," he said warmly. "Most wolves know only what directly affects the
