Trigger Warning: This chapter contains scenes of violence.
The air was thick with tension as I paced the packhouse, my mind racing. Maeve had left to address the pack after our moment by the river, and I could feel the weight of the situation bearing down on me. I wanted to be there for her, to support her through the chaos that was unfolding, but I felt like I was standing on the sidelines, helpless to do anything meaningful.
I glanced out the window, watching the last rays of sunlight dip below the horizon. The woods outside were becoming shadows, and I felt a sense of foreboding creep in. The rogue wolves had been an ongoing threat, but it was the emotional turmoil within the pack that gnawed at me the most. I had seen the fear in Maeve’s eyes, and it was unsettling.
As I made my way
