The camp was alive with tension, the air thick with uncertainty. Selene had gathered her closest allies, the core of the Whitefangs, around the fire, her mind still spinning with the revelation Ronan had shared. They had never faced an enemy like this before—a pack with ancient powers tied to bloodlines and pacts that could not be broken easily. Selene’s thoughts were a whirlwind, but she couldn’t let it show. Now was the time for action, not doubt.
Ronan stood beside her, his face pale, a storm of emotions brewing in his eyes. Selene knew he didn’t want her to bear the burden of this fight. But he had fought beside her all this time, and now it was her turn to return the favor.
“Ronan, you’re not facing this alone,” Selene said, her voice low but steady. “We’re in this together.”
Ronan
