The tension within the packhouse was palpable. Word of the alliance with the vampires and the involvement of a strega had spread quickly. Most of the pack trusted me implicitly, but there was still unease, a quiet murmur of doubt that rippled through the ranks. I couldn’t blame them. Trusting outsiders, especially vampires and witches, wasn’t something that came naturally to any of us.
I stood at the window of my office, looking out over the training grounds as the warriors sparred. The moon was high, casting a silver glow over everything. We were in the calm before the storm, the quiet moments of preparation before the battle. My wolf paced restlessly within me, eager for action, but I knew we needed patience now more than ever.
Behind me, the door creaked open, and I turned to see Lena
