The winds had shifted by the time the wolves of the rogue pack gathered around the fire. The forest hummed with an eerie silence, as if the earth itself was holding its breath. Selene stood with her arms crossed, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon, where the Bloodfang pack’s territory lay. She could feel the weight of what was to come pressing on her chest, but she wasn’t afraid. Not anymore.
Around her, the rogue wolves watched closely, their faces a mixture of skepticism and hope. They had followed Kaela’s lead, but Selene knew they still wondered if she was truly the force they had been waiting for.
Ronan stood beside her, his posture rigid, always on alert. His eyes were scanning the forest, though he didn’t need to. He knew the land like the back of his hand. It was the same way
