The next morning, the packhouse was buzzing with quiet activity. Warriors, still bruised from the battle, moved through the halls with purpose, preparing for what was to come. There was no time to rest, no time to recover fully. The sense of impending danger hung in the air like a thick fog, suffocating us all. And I, as Alpha, felt it more deeply than anyone.
As I made my way to the training grounds, I couldn’t help but notice the tension in the pack. Whispers of the vampire attack and the near devastation of our forces spread like wildfire. The younger wolves, especially, were on edge, their wide eyes betraying their unease. I needed to address this—I needed to remind them of who we were, of what we could do.
Lena and Ethan were already waiting when I arrived, both of them standing nea
