The morning was gray and heavy with the promise of rain as Selene and Ronan prepared to leave the rogue camp behind. The air smelled of damp earth, and the distant rumble of thunder hinted at a storm on the horizon. Selene’s mind was equally stormy, a whirlwind of thoughts and uncertainties as she mounted her wolf and looked at the pack that had followed her through the chaos of battle. They were no longer the ragtag group of outcasts—they were a force to be reckoned with, but they would need more than just strength to survive in the ruthless world of wolves.
“We’re heading for the Whitefang territory first,” Ronan said, breaking the silence. His voice was calm but laced with the same tension that gripped Selene’s chest. “They’ve been neutral for years, but they’ve got strength. They won’
