The moment Marcus’s challenge echoed across the clearing, a cold, electric silence fell over the pack. The implications of those words were clear, and every wolf present seemed to hold their breath, waiting for what would come next. My pulse hammered in my chest as I watched Maeve’s expression shift from surprise to a steely resolve. The weight of leadership, of the pack’s trust, rested on her shoulders, and now that trust had been openly questioned.
Ethan moved subtly to my side, his jaw clenched, eyes darting between Maeve and Marcus. “This changes everything,” he muttered, the tension in his voice palpable.
I nodded, my gaze fixed on Maeve. She stood tall, every line of her body taut with determination. Even from where I stood, I could sense the storm of emotions swirling within her.
