The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the forest, bathing the trees in hues of amber and gold. It should have been calming, a reminder of nature’s cycle and the quiet strength it brought. But today, there was no such comfort. The air buzzed with tension as the members of the pack gathered at the edge of the woods, waiting for our new guests to arrive.
Maeve stood at the forefront, her posture straight, every inch the Alpha. Beside her, Marcus remained stoic, the subtle lines of his face hardening as his eyes scanned the horizon. Caius, with his imposing figure and a gaze that seemed capable of piercing steel, stood slightly apart. His connection with the weretigers was both our greatest asset and our potential undoing, depending on how this meeting unfolded.
The alliance with the
