The night air felt thicker, heavier, as I walked slowly through the silent corridors of the packhouse. The recent battles had left their mark, not only on the walls and floors but deep within each of us. I could sense the lingering tension, the unspoken fears woven through the pack like an invisible thread, pulling everyone closer yet tightening with every new danger.
Morrigan stirred within me, her presence a familiar warmth that, despite everything, managed to steady my thoughts. They’re scared, she whispered, her voice low but strong. But they believe in you, Maeve. They need to see your strength more than ever.
I knew Morrigan was right. The pack needed more than just reassurances; they needed a reminder of the power we held together. Tonight, as I continued down the halls, I realize
