The stillness of dawn hung over the pack grounds like a blanket, casting everything in shades of gray and silver. I stood alone at the edge of the forest, the crisp morning air filling my lungs, grounding me. The alliance with the weretigers was looming, a decision that felt both promising and fraught with complexity.
Morrigan prowled in the depths of my mind, her energy alert, like a taut string ready to snap. "You trust them, these tigers?" she growled, her skepticism bleeding into my own thoughts.
"Trust is earned," I replied silently, watching the horizon where the first hints of sunrise threatened to spill over. "But we need allies, Morrigan. The rogues are getting bolder, and even Thorne's intelligence has shown that their numbers are growing."
She let out a growl of displeasure,
