Chapter 47: The Gathering Storm
Melisa’s POV
A thick curtain of clouds hung over us like a foreboding cloud, and the sky was streaked with grey. As I watched from the camp's edge, the allied packs started to assemble. Wolves in human shape, their bodies battered from the previous conflict, their features bleak. There was resolve in their eyes despite their exhaustion.
"Melissa." I was startled out of my reverie by Kane's voice. His hand brushed my arm lightly as he stood next to me. "They're prepared to hear you out."
With their expectations bearing down on me, I took a deep breath. I never felt more like an imposter than I did without the goddess's strength. Now how could I guide them?
But I had to keep my doubts to myself. I needed to be strong for them.
I took a step forward and
